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Title: The Day I Died
Rating/Warning: R/ graphic, murder and creepy
Parings: None/ Donghae-centric
Word Count: Word says 562 really short
Disclaimer because people seem to think ts needed: Last time I checked I owned myself and no one else and It's Illegal... but they might own me!
A/N: Baised off of a dream I had... But It wasn't Donghae In the dream >.>
Summary: Umm... A death that doesn't have a murder.... Just blood and confusion... and an agoraphobic young man (Sucky summary Is sucky)
My name Is Donghae, and I’m seventeen years old. I was born and raised in Mokpo. I am agoraphobic. I haven’t left my house in five years. My parents were killed in an accident five years ago. I live by myself, but sometimes I wake up to an old man’s voice. I don’t know who he is and I have never seen him. He told me he was a guardian. My guardian.
He helped me with anything I needed, but one day his voice just disappeared. He didn’t wake me up and that was the day I woke up dead…
**
It was just like any other morning; wake up, go downstairs to the kitchen, pass the mirror in the hallway and avoid the person in it. What Donghae didn’t know was his reflection this morning wasn’t normal. Instead of the scared and maimed face he hated to look at, it was covered in blood and had deeper cuts to the bone. His chest was about the same and his insides in the mirror were dragging behind him. Donghae didn’t notice this because his body outside of the mirror was relatively normal. He didn’t have any fresh lesions-just scars.
He didn’t even notice anything was wrong. He spent his day like all of the others upstairs in his room. When he went to the bathroom he finally looked in the mirror. The bloody face was staring at him but he didn’t seem to see the blood on his hair or the chunks of hair missing from his head.
Around noon he heard his front door squeak and hurried footsteps. The next thing he heard was a terrified scream. He ran down the stairs to see what happened and who was in his house. He then noticed things he didn’t notice when he walked downstairs the first time. It was trashed. The couches were almost literally ripped apart. The chair in the corner was shredded to pieces. There was a knife sticking out of the side wall; it was covered in blood. The pictures and frames were scattered across the living room, and the television was smashed. What scared him the most was the blood. It was all over everything. The chair was the most stained and there was a wide trail of blood leading out of the room.
In a daze he followed the trail. He didn’t hear anything. The trail led to the back yard of his house. He reached the back door and stopped. He was so afraid to look out of it. It was open. He hadn’t opened that particular door in five years.
After what seemed like forever he peaked out of the door and shrieked. There on his back patio was his neighbor that brought him his food, and himself. His body was covered in blood and inside his hot tub. The water had turned to a crimson color. He looked at his body and felt like fainting. His face was cut deeply, to the bone; his chest was just as bad-if not worse with another knife sticking out of the place where his heart was; the rest of his abdomen was cut open and he could see his insides. He looked over and saw his neighbor on the phone. He tried to reach out to her, but he couldn’t and fell in to darkness.
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A/N: I can't believe I killed Donghae! Or that I wrote this in public at the airport >.> It was one of my dreams that I just couldn't get out of my head, but instead of Donghae It was a girl in the dream D: I wanted to know how It ended but my sister woke me up from It and now I'll never know :(
Anywayz I think part of the Idea came from the "I know who killed me. And soon you will too." commercial...
I'm home now so I'll go to bed now :) Happy o.O reading!!
<3
Rating/Warning: R/ graphic, murder and creepy
Parings: None/ Donghae-centric
Word Count: Word says 562 really short
Disclaimer because people seem to think ts needed: Last time I checked I owned myself and no one else and It's Illegal... but they might own me!
A/N: Baised off of a dream I had... But It wasn't Donghae In the dream >.>
Summary: Umm... A death that doesn't have a murder.... Just blood and confusion... and an agoraphobic young man (Sucky summary Is sucky)
My name Is Donghae, and I’m seventeen years old. I was born and raised in Mokpo. I am agoraphobic. I haven’t left my house in five years. My parents were killed in an accident five years ago. I live by myself, but sometimes I wake up to an old man’s voice. I don’t know who he is and I have never seen him. He told me he was a guardian. My guardian.
He helped me with anything I needed, but one day his voice just disappeared. He didn’t wake me up and that was the day I woke up dead…
**
It was just like any other morning; wake up, go downstairs to the kitchen, pass the mirror in the hallway and avoid the person in it. What Donghae didn’t know was his reflection this morning wasn’t normal. Instead of the scared and maimed face he hated to look at, it was covered in blood and had deeper cuts to the bone. His chest was about the same and his insides in the mirror were dragging behind him. Donghae didn’t notice this because his body outside of the mirror was relatively normal. He didn’t have any fresh lesions-just scars.
He didn’t even notice anything was wrong. He spent his day like all of the others upstairs in his room. When he went to the bathroom he finally looked in the mirror. The bloody face was staring at him but he didn’t seem to see the blood on his hair or the chunks of hair missing from his head.
Around noon he heard his front door squeak and hurried footsteps. The next thing he heard was a terrified scream. He ran down the stairs to see what happened and who was in his house. He then noticed things he didn’t notice when he walked downstairs the first time. It was trashed. The couches were almost literally ripped apart. The chair in the corner was shredded to pieces. There was a knife sticking out of the side wall; it was covered in blood. The pictures and frames were scattered across the living room, and the television was smashed. What scared him the most was the blood. It was all over everything. The chair was the most stained and there was a wide trail of blood leading out of the room.
In a daze he followed the trail. He didn’t hear anything. The trail led to the back yard of his house. He reached the back door and stopped. He was so afraid to look out of it. It was open. He hadn’t opened that particular door in five years.
After what seemed like forever he peaked out of the door and shrieked. There on his back patio was his neighbor that brought him his food, and himself. His body was covered in blood and inside his hot tub. The water had turned to a crimson color. He looked at his body and felt like fainting. His face was cut deeply, to the bone; his chest was just as bad-if not worse with another knife sticking out of the place where his heart was; the rest of his abdomen was cut open and he could see his insides. He looked over and saw his neighbor on the phone. He tried to reach out to her, but he couldn’t and fell in to darkness.
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A/N: I can't believe I killed Donghae! Or that I wrote this in public at the airport >.> It was one of my dreams that I just couldn't get out of my head, but instead of Donghae It was a girl in the dream D: I wanted to know how It ended but my sister woke me up from It and now I'll never know :(
Anywayz I think part of the Idea came from the "I know who killed me. And soon you will too." commercial...
I'm home now so I'll go to bed now :) Happy o.O reading!!
<3