3 Chapter #3: Nightmare

{JUNGKOOK'S POINT OF VIEW}

After changing into my pajamas, I lied awake in the dark. The words my dad had told me during dinner still rattled inside my head.

What did he mean?

Slowly, I tried to piece non-linkable pieces together but didn't really get anywhere with it. While overthinking, my eyes drifted closed and I entered a world of a different kind.

I look around, only to find myself tied in a dentist's chair and my hands covered with metal belts. There is a table on my right with surgical gloves on the further right side, away from me, with medical tools lining up of the left side of the table, close to me and surgical tools placed in the center. I am in some type of half dome like structured room, for the fact that the ceiling is curved outwards. In front of me, probably like several yards away are two big, dark blood red double doors with no divide in the middle. The floor is checkered black and white.

Then when I blink again, I'm somewhere else.

I was standing on the platform, next to my dad. Everyone was screaming and running away to the nearest exit. Someone was pointing towards the exits and then ran down the platform and out the door. Mom was nowhere in sight. I turned to the side where my dad was before but he wasn't there. He was heading towards the exit in front of the platform. Before he pushed the bar to open the door, he looked at me, eye to eye. His eyes wouldn't find my eyes first. He hadn't met my eyes coincidentally. He knew where I was and he was leaving me. He turned, pushed the bar to open the door and left. Without any hesitation, he left me. Even though he wasn't there and if he were, he wouldn't listen, I wanted to call after him. I opened my mouth to call him but before I could make any sound, something heavy and hard hit me at the back of my head and my vision blacked out. I didn't feel anything when my body hit the floor.

I opened my eyes again, my head and body resting on a cold floor. I lifted my head up to get a better view of where I was. I saw the same checkered floor, but it was stained in deep shades of red. Blood. Blood was everywhere and I was lying in it. I was lying in blood. I had blood on me. Blood. On. Me. I got up, quickly and checked my clothes for any traces of blood. They were fine, not even a spot of red anywhere. I looked around at the floor, spinning around to look at the floor on all sides around me. I looked up from checking the floor at my sides, and I heard someone.

"NO!"

It sounded like my mom. Mom. My right arm stiffened and lifted itself up. I had no control over my body. I felt something within my right hand's grasp, something with a smooth surface, cold to touch and metallic. I looked up at my right arm and saw that it was a knife. My arm started to fall, I closed my eyes as the knife in my arm pierced through the air and suddenly something sprayed itself on me. I raised my hands and my eyes widened.

It was blood. Blood. I took the tip of my index finger that didn't have blood on it and wiped my left cheek, in a swirly line. I brought my finger down in front of my face, at my left eye. The tip of my index was now tinted red. I looked down at my shirt. It was red, too.

I heard a door shut tight. I looked up and saw myself in a black room. The walls were smeared with black paint. On my right was a black wardrobe, heavily designed in black wood. There was a very extravagant black 8 paneled canopy bed with black drapes. There is a black wooden coffee table in front of me and on my left side, there is black nightstand with a black vase, filled with black petunia. I turned around to face another wall and on the black wall, there was a thick white oval and at the center of the oval was a mirror. I looked at myself, still covered in blood, but not it was red, probably because the blood dried.

I reach forward, to touch my reflection. I don't know why, but it seemed like the most reasonable thing to do at the moment. At the touch of the mirror, a ripple formed at the place where my finger touched it. Suddenly, the black wall around the mirror started to have white streaks around it. The streaks started to spread and get larger and became thicker strokes of white staining everything black. I turn to see the white lines drag itself on the black, erasing all marks of the impurity of black. All the white streaks reached the floor slowly and changed the bed, the nightstand, and the wardrobe into white. The black petunia in the vase turned into white petunia.

After everything was white, the white streaks formed a circle around me at my feet and like hands, they reached for me. The areas with my bare skin were clean and my pants and shirt were now thin white cotton pajamas and my hair was normal again.

I turned around to look at my reflection. On the mirror, I saw my previous self, hands behind its back, covered in dried blood, hair messy, but the look in its eyes bothered me. I smirked at me and it pulled its hands from the behind. For a split second, I thought my reflection's hands were stained red, but it was completely fine. It extended its hand forward and motioned me to hold it. I extended my hand and it pulled me in.

I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright sun. My chest was rising and falling rapidly and I was drenched in cold sweat. I took the glass on the nightstand and drank it in one breath. I wiped the wet hair backward, away from my face. I looked back at the nightstand, the clock read 9:00 A.M. Shit, I need to go get everything ready, help dad and then get ready myself.

What could have those scenes mean? They were related to today. Could they suggest something big will happen?