leeatiny

[leeatiny]

Part 2 (Coffee)~

My eyes scan the dance floor, looking for my friend that had convinced me to come out to this ridiculous club opening. She was no where in sight, she had been dancing with a man she had introduced as her "friend", in other words a fuck buddy.

A sigh leaves my mouth as I turn back to the bar, my coke sat half drunk, I wasn't going to drink tonight, I was in a bad part of town and I knew that Shea would be shit faced before the night was halfway over.

I didn't expect her to leave me so soon, she had promised to stay with me all night seeing as she knew this side of town but, she was gone with no word of where she was going.

After searching the club from corner to corner I come to the conclusion her and her man had left.

"Great." I mumble as I head for the door, the sounds of the club fading as I walk away. The air wasn't as dense with the smell of sweat and alcohol, it was more of a trash and old water smell now.

This side of town was bad news at night, actually anytime of day, just worse when the sun went down and people came out for drug deals and alcohol.

My eyes leave my phone screen as I hear the sound of heels clicking in an awkward way. A woman with short blonde hair was stumbling my way, I could tell she was drunk out of her mind.

I cringe as I watch her fall into a wall of a closed smoke shop.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" I ask as I make it to her side.

She turns and leans her back on the wall letting me see her face, her makeup was a running mess and her eyes were a little red.

"I'm fine, just going home." She said before she ran a hand through her already messy hair.

"Where do you live?" My hand shots out and grabs her upper arm as she slides along the wall a bit.

"A few blocks down." She said pointing the way she had been heading.

"I'll walk you." I offer knowing if this was me or Shea I would want someone to help us.

"I-I got it." She said while waving her hand a little wildly.

I look down the street both ways seeing that their were people leaning here and there mostly sipping on bottles or passing cigarettes, something was telling me she didn't have it, she was drunk.

"Ma'am, please. I don't feel right leaving you alone, what if someone tries to attack you?" No way she could fend anyone off.

The woman looks around and sighs before agreeing to let me help her. I pull her arm around my shoulder and head the direction she had said her house was.

"Turn right here." She said pointing her hand to a not so safe looking street.

My heart was racing as we walk between two closed warehouses, the walls covered in dark graffiti, their windows broken, the whole street felt eerie.

"Hold on, I think I'm going to throw up." The woman pulled away and leaned on the wall across from me her head ducked down as her shoulders rose and fell in a fast pace.

"I'll hold your hair." I offer stepping behind her and pulling her hair back and then turning away, I did not have the stomach to watch someone puke, even the sound of it would make me sick.

Sure enough she threw up all over the ground, her body heaving a few times before she stood up and wiped her mouth with the hem of her shirt.

I step away and take a few deep breaths to hold down any food I had in my stomach. "Okay, let's keep go-"

When I turned to face her she was gone. I look up and down the street to try and see if she started to wonder off, but no sight of her.

"Ma'am?" I call out as I walk a few paces in the way we had been going.

"Help!"

I spin around and look for where her scream could have came from. There was a door open on the warehouse across from where she had thrown up.

I curse under my breath as I walk slowly towards the door, my whole body screaming for me to run, but my mind told me I couldn't abandon the woman.

I almost call out a "hello", but decide it was probably best to be quiet as I tip toed into the warehouse.

It was way to dark to see so I pull my phone out and turn the flash light in before I type 911, my finger hovering over the green button just in case. I lift my phone to scan the warehouse, not seeing anything but trash and old equipment scattered around.

Drip...

I spin around to see what had caused that sound, but I could not see any water falling, no puddles, nothing.

Drip...

I continue to turn slowly trying to find where the sound was coming from, nothing showed up until I had turned to where I had originally been facing.

"Oh my god."

Standing there was the woman I had been trying to help. The dripping sound had been coming from the knife held in her hand, a bright red liquid reflected in the light from my phone.

I felt bile rise up as the dripping sound continued, as if there was an endless flow of blood running down the knife.

"You should have walked away when I told you too." She said, her voice sounding clear, her words no longer slurred by alcohol. "Maybe you would have lived longer."

I take a step back as she raises the knife to chest level. Before I could even take another step she lunged at me.

*~*

I jump causing my now cold coffee to spill all over me and my living room floor. I must have passed out on the couch while drinking it.

It was just a nightmare.

But, that thought didn't help my racing heart, because it seemed I was still stuck in the first nightmare.

My hand automatically goes to my stomach where I had been cut open, there was no wound anymore, but the pain that flared up from that spot was also a reminder that it had still been cut open not even twenty four hours ago.

After I changed, I head for my bathroom to gather rags and my mop so I could clean the mess I had made.

Wiping the coffee up my eyes go out of focus as my mind wanders to the woman that I had tried to help. She had flipped a switch as soon as I had found her in that warehouse, it was like she was... possessed. If that man that had killed them all was right then she was, or he called them 'tainted'.

I shake my head and look back down to what I was doing only to let out a scream and jump back. The coffee was no longer a cream color, it was red. Crimson was smeared all over the floor where I had been wiping. I look at my hands and see they too were covered in blood.

I stumble to my feet and run to the kitchen, flipping the water on, I shove my hands under the hot stream and rub them together feverishly.

I feel my hands going raw from the scrubbing and hot water, but I can't stop, I needed the blood off.

I finally snap back to reality when my phone rings from the living room. My eyes move from the wall to my hands that were pink from the abuse I had just put them through. I quickly pull them out from under the water as my breathing stays quick and swallow, I felt the pain of the hot water... just like I had felt the pain from the knife wound...

Wiping them dry with a dish towel I head for my phone that was sitting on the back of the couch.

*Hello?

*Girl, I'm so sorry about last night.

It was Shea. I hold the phone away a second as I take a deep breath to try and not sound as if I had ran.

*It's okay.

I get back down on my knees and pick up the rag I had been using to clean the spilled coffee, the color back to its normal cream state.

*I just got so drunk and Reece distracted me...

I don't say anything as she rambles on about her apology that I knew she didn't really mean, she was a good friend of mine, but I knew she didn't want to babysit me all night.

*I was just so worried when I heard about those people that went missing last night close to the bar.

That made me pause in mobbing the floor.

*The people that went missing?

I ask hoping I had heard wrong.

*Yeah, a group of people that went clubbing last night have been reported missing, it's all over the news!

It had to be a dream, right?

*Oh, I have a hangover so I haven't turned my tv on.

*You got drunk? Hell yeah!

I roll my eyes as I put my cleaning things away, I couldn't tell her the truth, who would believe those people on tv killed me and I came back to life because some demon shit? No one, I didn't even believe it.

*We should go out next weekend again, but a different area with those people missing, gives me the creeps.

"I'm broken, just like you."

*I-I don't know, I have a work project next weekend, so I probably won't have time for going out.

I excuse as that man's words run through my mind again, it felt like he was whispering them into my ear right now.

*Shea, I gotta go though. I need to head out to the store and get some things.

I lie and we say our goodbyes along with me assuring her I wasn't mad at her before she would hang up.

I wasn't mad at her, I was mad at myself. That dream last night was all to real.

I rush to my living room and turn on the news, I sit down as I wait for anything to come up on the missing people Shea had mentioned.

Twenty minutes later I turn my tv off and stare at the now black screen, the peoples faces dancing across the screen despite it being off.

It was real? I died and came back?

I couldn't wrap my head around it, how was this possible?

It's not.

I slam the remote down on the couch and march to my room, anger was rushing through me for some reason.

The people that were reporting missing by their friends or families had really killed me? Why?

I was just trying to walk a girl home so she wouldn't get killed or who knows what could have happened to her. And I get killed in return?

The fuck was this world? It was all a lie apparently, demons and angels were real, people getting possessed was a real thing, and people coming back to life was real as well.

I grab my pillow and punch it repeatedly as I run over what all happened.

"And that cocky crazy person didn't explain anything!" I punch the pillow again. "He just killed them all and sent me on my merry way."

The stuffing in my poor pillow started to come out the end as I continued to beat it into the mattress, but I couldn't stop, I felt like every nerve in my body was filled with rage.

Finally when there was no more pillow to beat, I stood up straight, panting as I look over the mess I had made. I quickly brush the hair away from my face and then feel my shoulders slump as I realize what I had done.

I let myself slowly fall to the floor on my knees, pulling the stuffing into a pile as I feel tears burn at my eyes. Soon enough I was full on sobbing as I gathered the stuffing to my chest, I didn't know what was going on, I felt out of control while I all but killed the poor pillow.

It wasn't a dream.

[leeatiny]

A Yeonjun fanfic~

Something that's broken is severely damaged - it's either split into pieces or doesn't work anymore.

Many people are broken in their own ways.

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Started~ (12/8/22)

Finished (6/11/23)

All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. all characters, names, places, events, etc. are all based on pure imagination. Any resemblance to any actual people, living or dead is entirely coincidental. please do not take this seriously.

Chapter 1~

(Like You)

                                                                                        

                                                                                Warning!

This book contains a lot of blood, gore, strong language, mentions of suicide, sometimes attempts at it, death, maybe murder.

This book starts off with some of these things, so if you're sensitive to anything listed above... don't read this book.

                                                                                     ~*~

His crooked smile made my skin crawl, I knew this man in front of me was not normal, he relished in the blood he had just shed.

The body's that covered the ground made him happy, made him feel alive.

"What are you?" I ask in a low whisper as my eyes look over the blood that pooled around his feet.

"Broken," He replied with a chuckle. "I'm nothing more then a broken person, just like you."

"I would never do this." I snap as my eyes come up meeting his again, there was no emotion there, he felt no remorse for taking lives. "Killing people is not normal!" I yell as I feel anger taking over the fear in me.

He tilted his head to the side with a hum. "True, I shouldn't have said person, because I'm not a 'person' per say." He wiped his hands on his pants leaving bright red streaks over the light blue material.

"What are you then?" I knew before he admitted that he wasn't a 'person', a person could not do this.

"Like I said, broken." He said with a wicked looking grin. "I'm a fallen angel."

I swallow thickly as I realize what he meant. "You're a demon?"

He pointed his finger at me and shook it a little. "Movies and books have made everyone believe that fallen angels become demons, not all do, some of us choose a different path."

"And what path did you choose? It looks to me as if you're a demon," I wave my hand to show the mess he made. "You did this after all."

"I'm a soul collector."

"Isn't that a demon?" Honestly why was I still standing here? Why was I letting him explain himself, this all seemed to crazy to be real, fallen angels were a thing? Demons, all of that fake stuff was actually real? I had to be dreaming, maybe I drunk more then I thought and passed out.

"No, I collect the souls that demons have tainted, or even demons themselves, sending all those souls where they belong, either it be haven or hell, I don't know and don't care as long as I get to kill and stay on earth."

"None of this makes sense!" I raise my voice a little as I grip my hair, I felt like I was going crazy, I had just woken up to find everyone dead, maybe I was still dead and this was my personal hell?

"The less sense it makes, the better." He said leaning back against the wall and looking over his nails that were still stained with blood. "You really want to know what's going on? Or do you want to walk away and forget all of this happened?"

Of course I wanted to walk away and forget all of this had happened, but how could I forget I had died? The cut in my shirt that was stained the same color as his nails was enough of a reminder to the fact I had died not even an hour ago.

"How can I walk away when I somehow came back to life?" I step away from a stream of blood that was making its way to me over the concrete floor. "Did I die...?"

I felt the knife going in me, I felt my own heart slow down, I felt my head swimming as I lost blood, I even felt my last strangled breath before everything went black.

"You did die, yes." He answered as if we were talking about the weather, to casually for letting someone know they had died.

"Then how am I here?" I look down at the spot I had been stabbed, there definitely was no hole, no blood running down my stomach, nothing but a torn shirt with old blood. "Am I dreaming? Is this my own hell?"

"Oh, this is far from a dream and it's no hell. Hell is a lot worse then this. It seems it wasn't your time. When I killed these demon tainted people, your soul returned to your body and you came back, simple really." He shrugged as if it was all so simple, like he said.

"Simple? How is any of this simple?" I throw my hands up as I turn away for a second trying to gather my thoughts, nothing has been simple since I had stepped foot into this part of town, somewhere I knew I shouldn't be.

"It's simple when you've been around it for many years, everything about life and death becomes simple."

As I think over the past few hours I start to feel like he was lying, how was all of this simple? These people were tainted by demons? They killed me for some reason and then I came back because this crazy man killed them? How was that simple? How was this not a dream?

"Why did they kill me if it wasn't my time? I thought no one died if it wasn't their time?"

"Many people die before it's their time, really. You just got lucky they were trying to sacrifice you to the demon that possessed them, your soul was in limbo because I killed them before they could send it off to their demon 'boss', then when that demons presence on earth was gone, your soul returned to where it came from."

Again how was this real?

"But how is my body healed?"

The man sighs as he pushes off the wall and walks towards me. "You really have a lot of questions."

"And you wouldn't?" I ask, crossing my arms as he stops a foot away from me, the smell of blood hitting my nose again as he stirred the blood that was slowly drying on the floor.

"I would just be happy my soul didn't end up being sacrificed to a demon."

"I guess we're different in many ways then, because if this is real I want to know everything about what's going on." I wiggle my nose a little to try and ease the sting from the strong metallic smell.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. But, no way can I explain everything to you right now, I don't have the patience for that and I have to clean this mess up."

"You expect me to just walk home like this, covered in blood and not knowing why I'm even alive?" I wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and shake him, but I didn't have the balls to do that.

"Yes, just know it wasn't your time and that you have a second chance at life, use it well." He waved his hand at me as if dismissing me.

I open my mouth to protest, but stop when he gives me a look that shut down any complaints that were about to leave my mouth.

"Leave now before I decide it is your time to die."

I take a step back and ball my fist as I fought the urge to say something, maybe I should just leave and forget about tonight, maybe it was all a bad dream.

I turn and head for the door of the abandoned warehouse, only stopping for a second at the door before shaking my head and continuing my way out to the streets that had led me here.

The world felt different, I was scared to get robbed as I walked these streets earlier, but now I was afraid to be alive, this couldn't be natural, there had to be more to this then he was letting on, there had to be side effects or draw backs of coming back to life.

The sounds that made me jump before were lost to me now, not even penetrating my thought filled head.

Why would I get a second chance? I was nothing special. I had nothing really going for me in life to make me special, I worked a normal office job, I lived alone, I didn't go out of my way to help people, so why me?

Because it's all fake, a dream you idiot.

Why did all of this happen? Because I tried doing one good deed and I get repaid by being killed? Maybe me coming back was the worlds was of rewarding me for trying to be a good person?

I sigh as my head starts to pound, the few drunks and homeless people that lined the streets gave me looks, a few asking if I needed help. I either ignore them or tell them I'm fine, I didn't need to go to the hospital, I physically felt fine, I just felt mentally unstable.

When I make it home a half hour later I head straight for my bathroom and turn the shower on, needing to try and wash the night away. Telling myself over and over again this was all just a dream.

*~*

"What do you mean she came back to life?" A man yelled as he paced in an abandoned warehouse full of cold bodies.

"Exactly what I said, I was just about to call you when she sat up gasping for air, alive and well." The dark haired man said as he cleaned under his nails with a wet wipe.

The other man that continued his pacing wasn't as calm as the one leaning on the wall, he was on the verge of a break down.

"We have to go after her and bring her back here, she can't be out there alone, who knows what side effects she could have." The brunette said, finally done pacing for a moment.

"No, just leave her be, let whatever happens to her happen."

"Are you crazy?"

Yeonjun smiled as he opened his mouth to respond.

"Don't answer that!" The man held up a finger, he knew his friend was crazy, the mess of bodies that covered the floor was proof of that. "We need to contact Huening Kai."

"Why the goody two shoes?"

"Because, we need to keep an eye on the girl! What if she flips and starts killing people? She died, Yeonjun. She may go crazy and kill herself, we don't know what she will do!" The man ran a hand down his face as his mind raced with how all of this could end.

"Honestly, Beomgyu, I've never seen you so out of it." Yeonjun commented as he kicked one of the dead bodies close to him.

*~*

I turn back and forth as the clock beside my bed ticked on, it was already 4am and I had yet to fall asleep. As soon as my eyes closed, images of what had happened pop up in my mind jerking me away from any hope of resting.

It's just a dream, I'll wake up any second and realize that.

The usual silent clock seemed a hundred times louder tonight, the constant tick of the second hand almost made me flinch with how loudly it was echoing off the walls.

It's just a dream...

My breathing started to become shallow and quick as my mind focused on the ticking sound, every second that past felt like a count down, it felt like something would jump out at me, as if my body and mind were waiting to be attacked again.

Just a dream.

I jump up panting as my alarm goes off.

I had tossed and turned all night and I could feel the exhaustion in my bones. Today was Sunday thankfully, I would not be needing to leave my house, not that I even think I could.

I slowly get up off my bed and head for my kitchen needing to have some coffee, anything really to distract me.

As I click the button to start the machine I turn to the stove and stare at is as I try to decide if I'm hungry.

Just a dream.

I jump once more as the coffee maker clicks letting me know my drink was done. I grab the cup and slide down the counter to where the sugar and creamer sat. The clicking of the spoon on the ceramic felt louder, everything felt magnified. Every little sound felt like it was more noticeable, like the sounds were slamming into my head.

I carefully set the spoon down in the sink, my shoulders tensing at the sound of metal on metal.

** disclaimer idk how this site works😭 I’m just trying to get my book out there a bit more and I’ve seen ppl share ffs and one shots in here so I thought I’d share mine in hopes of getting a few more reads. I’ll try and link all my profiles to my profile here (idk if I can😅 I’m new here)