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NOTICE: This chapter has a TRIGGER WARNING. Mentions of explicit Night Terrors are mentioned in this chapter. Please be aware of this before proceeding.

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"No!" He screamed, cowering in a corner, tears streaming down his face, looking up at me, his purple eyes ridden with fear. "Saeran, why are you doing this?! I thought we were friends!"

I laughed darkly, looking down at him, my entire body pulsing with need.

"I cant have friends. I can never have friends. I will destroy everyone, and everything."

"NO!" He screamed desperately, trying to get through to me, but it was too late. I was too far gone. I grabbed him by the hair, lifting him in the air, and he screamed, struggling in my hands as I laughed.

"You will look so beautiful once you are unable to breathe."

He gripped my wrist, his eyes pleading with me. I took no notice, feeling not an ounce of remorse as I brought the knife down to his chest, watching as he coughed, blood dribbling from his mouth. I repeated the motion, again, and again, blood streaming down his abdomen and legs, pooling on the floor beneath us. I dropped him, his body crumpling to the ground sickeningly, his blue hoodie now stained with red, blood matting his blond hair.

The knife fell from my hands as I looked at his body- I lifted my hands, staring at the blood smeared all over them, suddenly screaming in terror, clawing at my face and chest, desperately trying to escape myself.

"SAERAN! SAERAN, WAKE UP!"

My eyes shot open, my body shooting upwards, and back against the headboard. My hands flew back up to my hair, pulling hard as I rocked back and forth, unable to stop my desperate, agonized screams. Saeyoung tried to put his hands on my shoulders, but I slapped his hands away, tears pouring from my eyes. I looked desperately around the room, trying to find Yoosung's body, my panic increasing as I couldn't find it.

"Where is it?! WHERE IS IT?!"

Saeyoung looked at me, his eyes wide, unsure of what to do in this situation, afraid for my safety. I buried my head into my hands, screaming into my palms, my body quaking violently.

"God, no, no, I didn't want to kill him- I didn't mean to kill him- Why did I kill him?!"

Saeyoung gripped my wrists, forcing me to look at him as I hyperventilated.

"Who are you talking about?"

I choked on my sobs, shaking my head.

"Yoosung! He's dead! I killed him, I kept stabbing him in the chest, I murdered him-!"

Saeyoung's brows came together, confused. He tried to ground me, holding me firmly in his grip.

"No, he isn't, you didn't kill him."

"YES I DID!" I gasped, screeching loudly, "I felt it, I felt his blood on my hands, trickling everywhere- his hoodie, his- his hair! Oh Fuck there was so much blood, what do I- What do I do- I don't know what to do, He's... He's dead... He's gone... It's my fault..."

I screamed, trying to escape my brother's grip, wanting to run. To where, I didn't know. I couldn't handle the pain of knowing I destroyed the first person who wasn't family to show interest in me, I had destroyed him, I had ruined him.

I was completely overtaken by grief, I couldn't hear any of the words that Saeyoung was saying to Jade as she stood in the doorway, holding her phone to her ear. I continued to rock back and forth, shaking my head every time Saeyoung tried to console me. My attempts at pulling away became weaker, more futile, as my energy drained from my body's outburst.

The door to my room flew open, and my head raised, my blood feeling like ice in my veins as purple orbs stared back at me. Saeyoung let go of my wrists, saying something to him quietly. Yoosung stepped slowly towards my bed, sitting on the edge of it tentatively- he was breathing heavily, as if he had ridden a bicycle here, his forehead sweaty, his blonde hair sticking to it.

My hands shook, wanting to touch him desperately, to assure myself he was real, that he was here, but also afraid of what my hands could do to him. My lips quivered softly as I opened my mouth, trying to find words to speak.

"I... I'm so... Sorry..."

He looked at me, his eyebrows knitted together.

"For what?"

"I killed you." My voice broke as the words came out, tears trickling down my face. He tried to reach for my hand, and I jumped back, afraid to let him touch me, afraid of what I would do if he did.

"No, Saeran," Sadness laid behind the violet in his eyes, his voice slow and gentle, "You didn't. I'm right here, I'm okay."

"But, I... I saw it... I felt it.."

"It wasn't real."

He bit his lip, moving closer to me on the bed, grabbing my wrists. He pulled me towards him, causing me to crumple against his chest as he held me tightly, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, one hand in my hair. I took in a deep breath, recognizing that this, his warmth, his scent, his touch- was real.

I didn't kill him.

I shook slightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist, continuing to take slow, deliberate breaths, leaning my forehead on his shoulder. He rubbed my back soothingly, whispering gently in my ears that he was here, he was okay, he was alive.

I tried pushing him away gently, my body recoiling, but he held tighter, not allowing me to let him go. I choked back a small sob, shaking my head in fear.

"You... You need to get away from me... I'm dangerous. I could hurt you, you know."

"You won't." He didn't take even a moment to hesitate to form his reply, and I felt my body quiver at his insistence.

"You don't know that."

"You won't."

I felt my shoulders begin to shake, my eyes filling up with tears all over again, and I allowed myself to curl around him, sobbing into his shoulder. I don't know how long it was that I held him against me, crying hopelessly into his shoulder, his sweater damp with my tears.

He didn't let me go, not even for a moment.

Poor bb Saeran :'c

I hope you liked this chapter!

~Pixil-8