I stabbed him.

And without regret I stabbed him again.

And again.

And again.

I didn't stop.

Not when my sister pleaded me to stop.

Not even when I knew the consequences behind it.

I kept stabbing him.

Until at last, he slumped to the floor, the light long gone from his eyes.

That's when I realized I killed him.

I didn’t stop, I didn't even hesitate.

I killed him.

Just like how he killed my mother.

By killing him, I became the killer.

I turned around searching for my sister.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my hands reached out to help her up.

“M-monster! You’re a monster ! Get away from me!” She screamed, her eyes delirious staring at my bloody fingers.

“I-”

“GO AWAY! PLEASE DON'T HURT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!”

“Its me nuna, It’s me taehyung.” My voice softened.

“NO! NO STOP!” Her hands cupped over her ears, as hot trickles of tears fell down her face. “TAEHYUNG’S DEAD. He died all because of you!” She shoved past me and ran out of the little apartment we used to call home.

I stood there shocked by her words.

She’s right.

I staggered out of the room and slumped against the wall staring at my stained hands.

Pain tugged in my chest.

I’m a monster.

I killed him. I killed someone.

“Hah,” My hand wraps around my eyes, as I laughed hysterically. “AHAHAHAHA!”

I finally did it.

I finally gave what he deserves, but why don't I feel happy about it.

Why am I like this.

Why am I crying?

“Nuna.” I whispered.

Not only did I kill him,

I killed the person,

Who used to be me.

Notes

Author's Notes

Ayyyeee it's me. So with all of BTS's Short films, I decided that I wanted to share to you guys my theory of Bts's concept which right now is making me question life.


Seriously Bighit is like: Hi ARMY's were going to release like 4 fucking versions of Wings.
Me: I don't have money. I'm broke. I have school.
Bighit: What is thing you called broke? Can you buy it? Psh school, who cares. *drops all the teasers while I'm at school as I flip out and stress over schoolwork and Bts.

Thanks Bighit, Thanks a lotttt.