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The king had a daughter.
A very, silent daughter.
Beautiful in a simple white dress, charming in looks. Her mind lays hidden from everyone but herself, giggles as she thought of jokes that she will never tell to anyone.
Her little giggles were the only sound that the King could listen to.
Until the voice gone forever.
His beloved daughter disappears without a giggle.
He heard shrieking screams in his sleep.
But he doubts that was his daughter.
Because he knows how his daughter sounds like.
......or did he?
***
"Hey, wake up!"
My empty sleep was disturbed. I was about to smack whoever woke me up in the head when Yoohyeon's face appeared above me. Yoohyeon looked relief as she sighed and sit on the edge of the bed.
"I thought you were dead!" she whined worryingly.
Recognition dawned in my mind and I immediately sprung up off the bed.
"Hey, hey, wait for me!" Yoohyeon yelled in panic, struggling to catch up. I reversed my steps and help her walk, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. I was about to take a step forward but I stopped and looked around.
"What's wrong?" asked Yoohyeon. My eyes scanned the whole room until I found an oval-shaped mirror. I contemplated at our reflection, until I give up to found nothing in particular.
I shook my head. "Nothing. Just my imagination", I lied.
We walked out of the room, sensing a pair of eyes looking at us from behind.
We entered another room where Hoseok and Namjoon placed Jungkook and Gahyeon to rest. Most of their limbs were red with rashes, but them being alive and still breathing are what matters most.
I aided Yoohyeon to sit on one of the single sofa near Gahyeon.
Everyone were here.
Handong sat on the edge of Gahyeon's bed. Hoseok and Namjoon did the same to Jungkook. I sit next to Handong and squeezed her hand. Handong thanked me and give a brief smile before she fixated her attention to the youngest.
Both Jungkook and Gahyeon were still in their slumber, their chest raising up and down as they breathe.
"I'll do the dreamwalking on her", Handong suggested.
Hoseok and Namjoon give her a nod of approval. Handong looked at me and Yoohyeon and we give her the same response. Hoseok explained to me about dreamwalking before I went to sleep. The process itself is complicated, even I understand little about it.
"I'll do it, too." Yoohyeon stood up from her seat and walked limply towards Jungkook's bed, the boys giving her space to do the dreamwalking.
Handong placed a hand against Gahyeon's head and closes her eyes, concentrating on her energy as she walked into her dream. Yoohyeon did the same to Jungkook, her eyes closed in concentration.
Suddenly, Handong scrunched her eyebrows and winced. I dare myself to call her out, although Hoseok told me not to.
"H-Handong?"
She was mumbling undecipherable words. I leaned closer to hear her clearly. "Let me out..." she murmured. "Please...let me out..."
Her head jerked back, her eyes opened with white pupils and mouth agape. "No! Let me out! Please, let me out!" she pleaded with a loud scream, tears brimmed her translucent white eyes.
I fight the fear at the back of my head and was about to snap her out of her senses when a figure sat up from my peripheral vision.
I felt a sharp cold sensation against my neck, my body frozen from shock. A pair of eyes glaring at me with hatred. I can feel the stinging pain of my skin as it was cut.
It was Gahyeon.
***
Gahyeon
It is her.
I have a sense that it is her.
I dig the blade deeper into her skin until it forms a deep cut. The girl grabbed my hand that holds the hilt of my knife, blocking me from hurting her, our hands shake violently.
My shoulders pulled backwards that my back bumped on the bed, my knife remained in my grasp. Namjoon pressed down my shoulders against the bed while Hoseok took care of the panic Handong.
"Calm the heck down, Gahyeon!" Namjoon shouted to my face. I struggled harder from his grasp, but his grip is undoubtedly strong that it's near impossible to escape.
Then I stop struggling and regained my composure.
"It was her", I mumbled. "It was her!" I shouted the same three words again.
When shouting at Namjoon did no good, I let out a hysterical scream and struggled again. My mind went crazy, as if it has been taken controlled by a demon. I want to raise my knife to him but he already grip my hand against the bed.
"I really don't want to do this, Gahyeon. But I have to." Namjoon looked at me in the eye sharply. Realisation hits me of what he's going to do.
I looked away and screamed again.
I feel the weight against my shoulders lightened. Then a pair of hands grabbed the sides of my head harshly.
My eyes made contact with Namjoon.
Then my sight started to spin.....
...everything went to blur...
...then I see nothing...
......
***
I watched as Gahyeon went back to sleep, her eyes closed into another slumber. Handong blankly stared into a wall, her shoulder slumped like a sick person.
I heard a small groan from the other bed. Jungkook sat up from the bed and rubbed his head with his hands full of rashes. "Wow, I'm still alive...." he mumbled. Then his eyes snapped into consciousness.
"Gahyeon-"
"She's there, sleeping", Yoohyeon answered, pointing at the youngest. Jungkook glanced at Gahyeon and sighed in relief.
"I'm glad."
He fixated his gaze at me. I expected him to attack me like Gahyeon did. But he didn't.
He looked at me tiredly. "I don't want to believe her, nor do I want to do it. But, I'll spare you. I don't know about Gahyeon though", he said to me, shrugging.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" asked Namjoon, as if he reads my mind.
"Gahyeon said—" Jungkook trailed off, pointed a finger at me.
"......she's the one who locked SuA-noona in the mirror."
Chapter 9 updated!
Finally! I feel so satisfied publishing this chapter!
Thank you sooooo much for 200+ reads! Let's reach 300+ by this week, yeah?
Oh and I'm planning to finish this story by the end of this month because I might be in college next month (and boohoo, I may go to college 3 days before my birthday T^T)
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