@nematai.
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it wasn’t through irritation that these words spilled out of her mouth. it was the fact that the stranger had kept making eye contact with her-- irregular eye contact. of course it wasn’t the one where she was checking hyejung out, but it wasn’t the eye contact that showed that the older (assuming that she was) was judging hyejung. no. there was some kind of spark in her eyes, some kind of spark that screamed dangerous , invisible police tape wrapped around the girl’s figure. it was horrible to place the two in the same area (too bad.), especially during the hours that people tucked in their children and kissed their foreheads to get ready for the next day.
hyejung figured it out. she had the look of a crazy person. those who did things they shouldn’t be doing and impulsively. she wasn’t one to assume, though. besides her eyes, she seemed perfectly fine. wrong choice. the girl’s smile was eerie, given the surroundings around her. with half of the train looking like a wreck (ha.) and the other half already decomposing due to the daily use of the seats, it didn’t make the situation any better. she closes her eyes for a second, trying to imagine herself other than there. even the abandoned building she set on fire, she’d rather be there because she was alone. this? the girl didn’t get off until who knows when, and it’s not like hyejung would shout out at the conductor. it was a wimp move if she were to let the girl sense fear. she wasn’t scared, though the next turn of events would keep her on the edge of her toes.
“care to prove that i’d kill you?” she hisses back, an unnecessary argument started to bubble to the surface. it could have been avoided, but since hyejung had insinuated it, then she had to fight. who knew if people were going to get on the car that they were on, but hyejung had plenty of time to think of a plan. was she really going to stab someone who hadn’t hurt her yet?
the pocket knife that the girl pulls out shocks hyejung, and by reflex her other hand grabs for the pocket knife in the back of her jeans. she feels the outline of it, but doesn’t pull it out. the silver object taps against her shoe, she furrows her eyebrows and doesn’t pick it up. instead, she steps on it, then slides it behind her. her words specifically were that the girl had to hurt her in order for her to kill her-- she never said how much she could hurt her before hyejung went berserk. a pinch? wouldn’t do. a punch? it wouldn’t do. for hyejung to intentionally kill the girl, she had to hurt her like she had been hurt in the past. no mercy, just a bloody mess on the floor. there’s a laugh that slips out, the girl cracks her bruised knuckles before slipping them into her jeans. how could she initiate something that didn’t happen?
“hurt me first. let’s see how much y’can hurt a person. then i’ll decide an’ we’ll see who’ll be pulled into this shithole.”
