If she thought anxiety before exams was the worst feeling ever, it was nothing compared to the foul twists in her stomach threatening (again) to rise. She decided she was going to spill everything to Jimin, and the urge to get up and run to someone for help was as tempting as grabbing water when you're thirsty.

But what if he wouldn't believe her? What if he'd be like those police members earlier and drop the topic like it was any other morning news?

She shivered in exhaustion. It was a few seconds later when her eyes closed and the world went black.

•

When she opened her eyes, confusion settled on her as she wondered what the hell she was doing in the corner of the bathroom, before realisation dawned on her and she relaxed.

Squaring her shoulders, she stood up and faced the mirror of her bathroom, agreeing herself on not telling Jimin anything that was going on. There was no way she would involve him in this situation, let alone make him believe her.

•

"So, when do I die?"

She was standing outside her door again, with the same man standing acceptable paces away from her. It was ridiculously funny how the previous nap added points of confidence in her, which made her straight up run down the stairs of the house and waiting outside for him.

"What's with the boldness?" The grim reaper said. Whether he was smirking to highlight his question, she didn't know, nor did she care. All she did know was that if she possessed the power to make people disappear forever, he'd be the first one to pop in her mind.

"Do not question me. Just answer." Uselessly bossy or no, she didn't care about her tone either; he was wrong if he wanted to joke around with petty words.

"Next week, Tuesday. 5:03 pm."

That was about four days away. She swallowed and hid her shaking fists below her armpits. "Cause?"

"Sexual assault."

Her heart dropped to her stomach at the two words. Not bothering to hide her shock, she decided it was best if she didn't know how she would have ended up to a case of sexual torture.

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