juxtapose. (oh sehun, exo)

lucid

"thank you, y'all have a nice day!"

i said as i smiled and waved at the last of the customers. it was a beautiful sunday in june with a clear, blue sky. after closing up the boutique where i worked part time and telling my coworker and best friend that i'd see her in out child development class monday morning, i jumped in my car and drove home. as my street came into view, i felt a pit deep in my stomach. i was stopped at one of 8 police cars that lined my street; i rolled down my window.

"license and registration"

"i live on this street, officer"

i told him as i handed him my insurance card and driver's license from my wallet. he stared at my license for a few minutes and told me to pull over up ahead. after getting out of my car, the officer gently held my elbow and led me to the yellow caution tape that bordered the driveway and house i grew up in.

"ma'am, we're afraid there's been an incident-"

i didn't, couldn't, wait for him to finish; i ran. i ran past more officers, past detectives, past a pair of texas rangers, i ran into my house. the first body i saw was my father's. we had the same dark hair and pale skin but instead, his was covered in drying blood where he had

been stabbed six times. as i stumbled further into the living room, with bile rising in my throat, i saw my mother's body laying face down in a pool of her own blood. as the edges of my vision blurred and my world turned, i fell to my knees and heard the distant stomping of an officer's boots as he ran to pick me up off the bloody floor. 

i opened my eyes and felt like i was drowning all over again in my dark living room. i could do nothing as i hyperventilated as tears poured down my sweaty face. i was finally startled out of my stupor when a gentle knock sounded at my door.

"gidalim"

i said loudly as i walked to the kitchen to rinse my face with fresh water. i opened the door to two strong arms, one holding a brown paper bag and the other perched on a lean hip.