My lungs were burning, but I just kept going. I couldn't stop and I didn't want to stop. It wasn't that far. I had to see her. I had to be there to see her. I kept telling myself she's not really dead. This is all a dream. She isn't really dead.

She isnt...

I fell to the ground hard and winced in pain. My ankle was throbbing with pain. I felt blood from my face. I reached up and dragged it across my face so I could see what had happened. I regretted it immediately. 

Everything came flooding back to me. The blood on my hands, his hands grasping mine. My face covered in the blood stains of my father. Now I was crying for a whole new reason. 

My body ached with the racking of tears.I was sobbing and leaning against a wall probably looking like a complete idiot. But that was the least of my worries at this point. Now it was a matter of survival.

I had killed my father, my grandmother was dead, my mother... I don't know about my mother. Jungkook...

Jungkook. 

My head shot up and I looked around me. Where was I? Now my thoughts were thinking of where my friends were. What they were doing? Were they looking for me? Did they even care?

I would have called Jungkook but I left my phone there on the floor. I looked around. Nobody was here. I stood back up but fell over from my ankle. It was definitely sprained if not broken. 

I lied there on the ground just crying. My entire life was falling in front of me. Every