LOG 16
The Classified Accounts of Ami HwangWhen I wake up, Jungkook is gone.
I slowly rise, wincing from the pain in my neck. Every part of my body is still sore and aching from Harris’ torture. This time, however, my head hurts, too. I cried too hard last night. It seems like a cruel irony that the expression of pain produces more pain.
There are angry red imprints on my wrists and ankles; so deep that I want to vomit when I look at them. I am disgusted with myself.
And before I even have time to take another breath, the door slams open.
Harris.
Hell begins once more.
This time, Jungkook does not come to pick up my broken pieces.
How long has it been?
What happened to my friends?
I thought I was dead but I blinked and I was surrounded by darkness again.
Whatever happened to Emma Carter? Where is she now? Is she happy?
A gruff security guard takes me to the bathroom and I realize that I can count my ribs through my shirt.
Stop thinking about Jungkook. He left you and hasn’t appeared since.
The French village is fading away.
I want to die.
Please.
They must have failed.
If I had children, I would have wanted two girls. I would’ve baked brownies with them and taught them how to code and made sure that they were always, always safe.
They won’t let me use the shower anymore. I tried to drown myself.
It was worth a shot.
Harris is getting angrier and angrier.
He keeps saying tomorrow will be my last day if I don’t say anything, but I always live.
They keep me alive.
At least someone needs me.
Ha.
A/N: :^(
ps i hate school but i am 90% done w/ college apps (but... sadly.... i actually like college apps more than school...)
and omg.... i failed my drivers test today on parallel parking.... :^( im so sad omg im going to fling myself into the closest nuclear power plant so i can mutate and grow wings and never have to drive
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