Ch. One
& the SHADOWS cried..."You didn't cut deep enough, darling." A voice that couldn't be compared to anything but black silk curled around my ears as I regained conciousness. I frowned, keeping my eyes shut tightly even though the image of his face was burned into the black beneath my lids. Surely this was hell, if he was here with me, and I temporarily wondered what I had done so terribly wrong to burn in the eternal fires.
Jaejoong's cool fingertips down my arm, starting from my shoulder and he dug his fingers into the bandaged wound on my wrist and suddenly, I knew what awful event had happened to land me in the devil's lair: I had survived. My eyes opened slowly, like a tiny weight was hanging from each of my lashes, and I looked into that beautifully sinister face.
"Careful, Dani." He warned, rubbing his fingers over the spot he'd inflicted pain on as if to soothe it, "What would Nichkhun say if he came home to find you'd landed yourself in the hospital again?"
Nichkhun, along with my parents, were the only thing that was worth living for, and even then, if they knew, they wouldn't wish this life on me and would understand my need to depart this world. But they didn't know, so they didn't understand at all. I almost wished Nichkhun would give up on me, to atleast remove him from the presence of the danger I'd created, but, although concerned, he insisted on continuing our relationship. If anything, he was more determined to stay by me and help me through 'this phase', as he called it.
He'd suggested seeking the assistance of a psychologist after my multiple attempts at suicide following my hospital release, but I refused adamantly. I was too afraid to see what else lurked inside of my head. Part of me hoped that Jaejoong was truly just my imagination and that there was some drug that could just erase him altogether, but another part of me was terrified to find out that he wasn't and that there was no solution to my problem.
"Don't you know you can never shake me, Daniella? I'm here to stay."
Every ounce of me believed him. I surpressed a shudder, wondering if I might have to deal with him even after this life was over. There were so many questions I had about this man -this creature- and I hardly had any answers. With no place else to turn, this plague called Jaejoong was nearly unbearable.
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Because I never intended to write this story, nor did I take the time to pre-write it, I'm trying to give the readers what they ask for. My poll was mainly split three ways. Choice D, where we follow what happens to Daniella after the story concludes, got a single vote more, so that's what I'll concentrate on. I will also try to go back and add the backstory of how Jaejoong came about in the first place. I would like to inform you of some things as well though, the updates will likely be sparse and few. I'm a college student and it's the end of the semester, even as I'm typing this, I've got three online tests to take, a math test to study for (psshh, I never actually study), three essays and a final project to knock out. I appreciate each and every one of my readers, silent or otherwise. Thank you for your support.
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