Abigail's POV

What's going on!? Why is everything black!? Where am I!? I feel my heart pound against my chest rapidly like it wants to be set free. The last thing I remember was me talking to my mom on the phone. I try to move my arms and legs. I can't move. "What the fuck" I say to myself as I struggle. The rope around my wrist tightened as I attempted to set myself free, I stop because I feel my pulse quicken from the pressure of the rope tightening around my wrists.

"HEEELP!!" I scream to the top of my lungs causing them to burn after. I feel my tears fall down my face as I tremble in fear. This reminds me of certain horror movies where the girl gets abducted. And becomes the abductors sex slave. I try to shake the cloth over my eyes off my head. I succeed. I'm in a room, it looks like I'm in some kind of chamber, or a basement. Typical place to hide a person right? I look down at myself.

My hands had gone pink from all the struggling. I don't recognize what I'm wearing, I'm barefoot. The cement floor was cold against my toes.

The walls are cement also, I'm possibly in a basement. I steady my breathing. Bad things always happen when your not calm. I scan my surroundings. I try to move the chair I'm in but it's too heavy, I barely moved it a little bit and I hear a bell ring.

"You're up." I hear a raspy unfamiliar voice. I can't see whose talking to me. "Whose there?" I ask feeling a little bit scared but trying to sound brave. "Oh come on Abby. Don't tell me you don't recognize me, you don't recognize my voice " he says. I see a figure of a man in the shadow of the room. His voice gave me chills. "How can I recognize you if I can't see you?" I ask. I hear him chuckle, and his name shoots into my head. My heart stops, of course.

Who else could it be? "Stephen." I say. He steps out from the shadows clapping his hands together. He looked different. He had dyed his hair blonde and grew a beard looking like a completely other person. "Congrats Abigail Thomas" I frown. "Jeon" I say correcting him. He raises his blonde eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He asks.

"My last name is Jeon. And I'm married to Jungkook. And I have two children. And he's going to find me and..." ,"woh!" He interrupts me shaking his hands in the air and laughs loudly. "Wait. You still believe that?" I narrow my eyes at him. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh yeah.. Shit I forget every time." He walks out of the room and comes back with a small table with paper on it. He pulls in a chair and sits across from me. It kind of looks like a FBI TV show where the suspect is in questioning. I look down at the pictures on the table. "What's this?" He spreads them out on the table. My heart jumps up with joy. "Hey!! That's Jungkook! My husband." Stephen chuckles. "Nope." I look up at him.

"You're crazy Stephen. This is my husband." I say with anger in my voice as I look back down at the picture and smile nonstop moving in my seat uncontrollably. He shakes his head and pulls out another picture. "You've been replaced." He says showing me the picture.

There was pressure in my chest, grasping my heart like a puny pathetic bug, making my body weak. Or I don't know, maybe it was because I was barely breathing. There was my Jungkook, crossing the street with a woman under his arm as he kissed her forehead. She was pretty, short hair above her shoulders, Nice smile, skinny .... Korean. "She's basically everything you're not." He says taking the picture out of my sight.

I felt the tears running down my cheeks uncontrollably. My tears burned my face. "Aah..." I groan in pain as my tears burn my face twice as bad as the first time. "Ugh. You're so stupid Abby. Crying over a man that has forgotten all about you. He doesn't love you anymore." His words sting, my heart slowly collapsing to my stomach. "Wow. I must really beat the shit out of you if you always forget this conversation every morning." I'm confused.

"What? Every morning? I just got here yesterday." I say. He stands up. "Nope." He says shaking his head. "No.. I came yesterday. There's no way Jungkook could have forgotten me in one day." I say in complete denial. "They're married Abigail, can't you see how happy he is?" He asks me as he forces the picture in front of me. Jungkook had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at her, the smile he'd always greet me with in the morning.

Just the thought of Jungkook being with and loving another woman shatters me like glass. My heart aching, then I wonder about my children. "They can't be married." He throws the picture on the table and grabs a news article. And shows me the front page. "Does this make it any clearer?" He asks forcing me to read it. I stare at it confused. "Read it! Out. Loud!" He orders me.

"Number one head line... Hottest wedding of the century... After almost a year of searching for his wife... Jeon Jungkook finally remarries and weds the daughter of the wealthiest man in Korea..." I look up at him with tears in my eyes, they're close to falling. "Why are you showing me this?" I ask still in deep denial that my Kookie has moved on without me, had forgotten all about me. "You don't remember?" He asks with a serious expression.

"You've been in here for two years." My heart stops and my head begins to throb giving me a head ache. "Wait.. What? Two years? That's obserd. No... I barely came yesterday." I say standing my ground. "Look I'm really tired of this shit okay?!" He yells. He throws the table against the wall causing the pictures to fly everywhere. He turns towards me and grabs a small mirror from his back pocket. He has a dirty grin on his face.

"See what you look like my dear." He says putting it in front of me.

Was I really looking at me? This beastly looking thing in the mirror was me? This face I was looking at was swollen, ugly, bruised, torn from the cheeks and had a broken nose, had a blood shot eye. I look away "too scared to look at yourself in the mirror sweet cheeks?" He asks putting the mirror back in his pocket. "You've ruined my life Stephen." I say staring at him coldly. He throws his head back and laughs.

"Then I guess, we're about even except... I still need to end your life." He says leaning forward. I toss my head back looking up at the ceiling. I was ready to die, I had nothing left to live for anymore. My husband was remarried, possibly starting a new family with his new wife with the family we already had started ourselves. My little Rose and Sam, and to be exact.

Right now she'd be 13, a teenager, so she wasn't so little anymore. And my Sam at the age of 3, possibly talking in complete sentences that I'll never be able to hear. I feel the warm salty tears run down my cheek and down to my ears as my head is still back. "Just fucken kill me already." I say with no expression, no feeling.. Most of all.. No fear of dying. Maybe this was what I deserved, to die thinking of the family that was once mine.

"Awe shit, it won't be as fun if you want me to." He says taking a step back. I look at him. "What the FUCK Stephen!? Just kill me!! What are you waiting for!? You fucken coward! You've waited this long to kill me to just let me live!?" He just stands there staring at me and takes out a knife from his belt buckle. He takes a step forward. "Yes... Take me out of my misery." I say closing my eyes waiting for my life to end in an instant. The rope around my wrists loosen.

I open my eyes confused, I look at what he's doing. He's cutting the rope. "What are you doing?" I ask in complete turmoil. He cuts the last rope and my hands are free. I hold onto my wrists as the rope burn had left my wrists bleeding and cut deep. "Fuck. I can't have you bleed out. Then what am I going to do with you?" He cuts one of the loops on each of my legs and stands up. "Untie your legs I'll be right back with a first aid kit." What!? This man cares about me!?

Wait I get it. He's helping me live to kill me later. Possibly going to torture me in various ways.. He leaves the room. I quickly free my legs and start to tie the rope into a quick and small ligature knot, thank you girl scouts. I look up at the ceiling. The metal plank across should be perfect for hanging, right? I quickly lock and force the table against the door so that he can't get in, and if he can, it'll be too late. I stare down at the picture of Jungkook. My tears blurring my vision.

"I love you..." I say looking at his sweet smile one last time, oh how I wish it was the real thing. I think walking over to the chair and standing up on top of it. I quickly wrap the rope around the metal and tie it almost a hundred times to that it won't loosen. I stare back down at the picture again as I slip my head through the rope. "What would you say to me right now?" I ask tears streaming down my cheeks, burning my cuts.

I smile at the picture and tighten the knot closer to my neck. Like he was smiling at me one last time, for me. I hear Stephen stomp down the stares. "Good bye.. Jungkook" I say lifting my foot off the chair leaning forward letting my other foot follow. My feet were in the air, I didn't struggle, I wanted this, I wanted an end if Stephen wasn't going to give it to me. I wasn't going to let myself be Stephens toy, for him to torture me in any way he pleased.

My breath became less, my grasps becoming hiccups. I hear banging on the door. "Abby!!! Abby!!! Open this door!!"  I close my eyes, feeling the throbbing in my neck as my blood stops running to my brain. I no longer feel my feet. My vision becomes dim. "Abby.. Why?" I see Jungkooks face in front of mine, I know its a hallucination, because I'm already dead. I had stopped breathing hours ago. When Stephen saw me dead he left me hanging.

Not caring that I had killed myself, if anything. He felt stupid for leaving me by myself untied.

"You've left us." Jungkook says tilting his head with a sad expression on his face. "I left you?" I chuckle rudely "you gave up and didn't continue looking for me." His eyebrows furrow and he just stares at me because he knows I'm right. I feel myself hover to him, my spirit leaving my lifeless and unneeded body. He touches me but I push him away, not wanting him near me, even if my soul wanted it, I couldn't let it.

"You're happy now... You've moved on. Live life Jungkook..." I say walking into utter darkness, there was no light waiting for me, God doesn't want a person whose committed suicide. "Abby! No please!" I hear him cry. But. I don't turn back. And the darkness takes over me, consuming every last of me. Leaving my spirit at peace, to where ever I was ending up.

[The end]

Just kidding!!!
I'm sorry I'm such a bitch! Read next chapter! Don't kill me please.