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Survival - Shallow Reality - Chapter 24.2

Hah! I'm so stupid! I finished this chapter 3 days ago but didn't publish it because I thought I did but I didn't.

Revised Version

The sudden impact of the lethal bullet blew Mr. Min onto his back. He clasped his palm over his lower chest in extreme pain. Mrs. Min screamed at her husband in horror as blood seeped through his shirt. I felt nothing. I should be happy, but I felt nothing at all. Screams... gunfires... heavy footsteps... it was all I remember from that night.

I woke up with the sunlight beaming directly in my face. Was it all a dream? It was an intense one. I felt very exhausted despite getting good sleep. Slowly, I got onto my feet just as Jimin came strolling into the room.

"Don't get up yet!" Jimin ran over to help me when I suddenly stumbled over. Why are my legs so weak?

"J-Jimin... I had a very weird dream. Y-you were in trouble... and- we... I killed Yoongi's father," I mumbled, nervously turning to look at Jimin. It felt so real...

"You didn't kill him," Jimin gulped while staring at me anxiously.

"I- wait. Why am I here???" I abruptly stood staring at my own room. Weren't we in Busan...? Why am I here? How did I get here? I don't remember anything.

"Sora... you weren't dreaming," Jimin sadly bit his lower lips. My mind went blank for a second. Flashes of memories came rushing into my head. Yoongi... The thought of Yoongi shielding the bullet for me triggered a heavy contraction in my chest.

"N-no...," I whispered, pulling up my sleeves to find the healing burn of the bullet grazes. No... t-this-. Flashes after flashes of memories flooded into my head, causing tears to swell in my eyes.

"Sora-"

"How long have I been out?" I asked, turning to stare at Jimin with my eyes wide open.

"Two days..." Jimin sighed as he placed his hands on my shoulders to comfort me.

"I-if this is r-real... then Tae-Taehyung..." I stuttered in shock as I stared at Jimin dead in the eyes. Taehyung's hurt!

"Y-yeah... he- SORA!" Jimin called out when I immediately dashed out of my room and down the hallway. No-no... it's all my fault. I hastily yanked the medical room door open and hurried inside.

"No...," I whispered in tears. The bed is empty. I rushed over to each of the other rooms, but Taehyung wasn't in any of them. Pain surged through my chest as I slowly slid onto the floor... sobbing in grief. I wronged him...

"Sora, gwenchana?" Jimin asked, pulling me into a tight hug.

"W-why is he not here?! I screamed at Taehyung- saying he's selfish for leaving you behind! B-but he was only trying to protect me and you," I sobbed in extreme guilt as Jimin held onto me.

"No, Sora. Taehyung-"

"He's dead because of me. I-I am the reason he's dead-"

"I'm not dead," Taehyung's low yet tired voice echoed from our right, so I immediately snapped my head to find Taehyung sitting in a wheelchair... blankly staring at me.

"YOU'RE NOT DEAD?!" I bellowed, bawling even louder at his presence, causing Jimin and Taehyung to exchange a confused look with Jimin. The thing is... I am very relieved he didn't die- so the overwhelming joy made me cry even harder.

"Does she want me dead..?" Taehyung muttered at Jimin with an uneasy look on his face.

"I don't know," Jimin shook his head while patting me. Yoongi's father isn't dead. My tears stopped rolling abruptly. I sucked in my breath and stared at the floor in silence.