7 My Personal Hell

Breaking News: Angel of Death Back?

I silently sat in my cell ignoring the loud yelling of the other inmates and guards.

"Hey, Kook, you got 30 minutes in the yard," said the guard as he opened my cell door. I reached my hands out so he could put the cuffs on me.

As I walked into the yard, the September air hit my face. It was a mild day. Not too hot or too cold. I watched a few other inmates playing basketball, some jogging in place. A strange distant feeling filled me. I scanned the field that was fenced off with barbed wire and felt for the first time since my parents' murder, a sense of peace. Jimin would find the list of people I've been targeting in my safe. I had total faith in my brother. All I could do now was wait. I could get lots of rest and relaxation, probably write some new songs.

"Kook, you got a phone call," yelled out a guard.

All the other inmates looked at me. They looked surprised. I glared at them and they went back to their own business.

I grabbed the phone.

"Hello," I said.

"Karmas a bitch," said the person on the other line.

"Uncle?" I replied.

"Did you really think the police would ever find you that easily, you're too smart, for them at least. I knew all along who you were, Angel of Death. It was me who told them," said my uncle.

"I swear to god, the first thing I'll do when I get out is kill you. You better watch your back," I replied gritting my teeth. This was the first thing I could think to say but truly I was in shock. I had trusted my uncle. He was my only living relative besides Jimin. I couldn't believe he would betray me like this.

He laughed. "I always hated you. I never understood why my sister kept you, I knew you were devil spawn. You're a disgrace to the family."

"Well fuck you!" I yelled angrily and slammed the phone back into the receiver.

I thought about my life. I guess some people are just born in the wrong place, at the wrong time. What a fucking mess. I was ushered back into my cell by a guard. Outside I could hear a soft rain begin to fall. I thought of Hansel and the way he'd light up when I came into the room. Sleep would take me to other lands, not so great ones but better than prison. I would toss and turn in my sleep and scream myself awake every night from the recurring nightmares.

"Hey Kook, you got a call."

I opened my eyes and got up. The guard opened the cell door and I went over to the phones and picked it up.

"Jungkook, hey how are you doing?" Asked Jimin.

"I should've known, how do you think I'm doing? I'm in fucking prison," I replied practically yelling.

"I know, but I've been talking with your lawyer, she thinks that she can find a way for your early release," said Jimin.

"What? How? I was sentenced to life in prison, no bail, nothing. So how the fuck am I suppose to get out? Huh?" I replied.

"She's gonna be there tomorrow and give you the details. I promise you, you will be out soon and everything will go back to normal. Trust me." Jimin tried to sound reassuring.

"Sure, I guess you're the only one who can get me out of here, but Hyung in case I can't get an appeal and make it out I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything, what is it?"

"I need you to kill Uncle Song. He betrayed me and he's the one who did this to me, to us. He ripped us apart. He doesn't deserve to be alive any longer than I deserve to be in here."

Jimin was silent for a minute. "Uh, yeah sure. It'll get done. But I want you to be able to do the honors, so don't lose hope, you'll be out soon."

"Yeah sure whatever." And with that said I hung up.

The guard took me back to many cell and I laid silently on my cot. Eventually I fell asleep and went back to the nightmares of my childhood. The young boy who heard the bloodcurdling screams of his parents as they were being brutally murdered for no reason, but for the killer's amusement and saw the bloodied almost unrecognizable bodies of his mom and dad, he had lost his innocence all in just a few hours. He would never be the same.

I would wake every few hours screaming and in a cold sweat, but with no solution but to go back to sleep and repeat everything over and over again. It was a never ending roller coaster.

A few times I purposely got into fights with the other inmates just cause I could, knowing full well that they couldn't do anything back to me because I was under police protection, I may be a killer but I'm also quite a famously loved idol. It really amuses me. But it also got old pretty fast. Ah life maybe rough right now but I truly am enjoying it.