NIGHTMARES AT NIGHT
Welcome to the book written with all the true feelings of the protagonists ..I wrote the novel and its ideas with all my love🤍
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Voices…
Voices knocking on the doors of hearts,
voices of a plague born from fractures…
voices carrying the weight of adaptation and harmony…
voices in which your heart can hear the trembling echo that accompanies a state of illusions.
Night had drawn its heavy eyelids, and darkness spread its shadow across every corner of the space.
The sound of labored breaths filled the corners of that room, a room long haunted by pain, sending a suffocating feeling.
And the reason? That nightmare…
The same one that chased him every night he tried to sleep with a heart yearning for peace from its aches…!
Until that dreadful silence was broken by his screams,
and footsteps approached his room…
Gradually, his cries softened…!!
When he realized whose footsteps they were, he hugged himself tightly,
trying to shield himself from the invisible arrows of the hurtful words that came from his mother…
The door opened, her gaze steady and calm as she looked at her child
sitting on his bed, knees pulled to his chest, tiny arms wrapped around himself…!
She stepped closer, taking a space beside him, gently lifting his chin, asking while looking into his tear-filled eyes:
“Why were you screaming, Taehyung… did you have a nightmare?”
The child nodded, sniffled, and hugged himself tighter. No words—just gestures that were enough for his mother to notice the tremor in his body that wouldn’t stop.
She was surprised by his state. For the first time, he screamed like this.
He was usually calm by nature and disliked loud sounds…!
His trembling froze her in place, fear gripping her heart—the fear of losing him.
Her child was shaking before her, and she felt powerless in the face of his fear, painfully weak in front of his suffering…!
“It was scary… Mom…”
The broken words he spoke made her listen closely,
so she could understand his state…
“I saw… a man wearing a black mask. Every time I tried to get closer to see his face, someone would pull my hand into the darkness… You and Dad were there… but I couldn’t see Dad’s face…”
Taehyung moved his hands as he described the scenes, the terror painted across his small face…
He was about to continue, reassured by the concern in her gaze, but she interrupted him with a firm tone, her voice carrying hidden worry…
“Go back to sleep, Taehyung. You have school in the morning, and I have an important meeting. I’m not free for this…”
She stood, ready to leave the room, leaving behind her frightened child, trying desperately to hold back his tears.
But then, his small hand reached for her.
He pressed his face to her back, crying softly…
“Mom… can you save me from my scary life? I saw you smiling at me in my dream… holding your arms open. I love you more than anything, Mom…”
His sincere words and desperate clinging made her heart ache with the pain of her own coldness.
She was torn—between a mind telling her to step away
and a heart longing to hold him close.
Carefully, she let him cling to her, allowing him to hide his fear without turning around.
She didn’t dare show her own tears…
How much she wanted to tell him how much she missed him,
her sweet little boy…
the one she had carried in her arms when he was born, patting his back until he slept peacefully…
She closed her eyes with a sigh of sorrow,
and gently removed Taehyung’s hand from her.
“Good night… my little one.”
She left the room.
Taehyung’s eyes sparkled at that word.
He smiled softly, whispering,
“Good night, Mom…”
He buried himself beneath the blankets, holding onto that warmth, forgetting the coldness of her departure.
6:00 AM – Seoul, South Korea
Morning arrived, softening the chill of the night.
A gentle breeze mixed with the greenery outside, adding a touch of special beauty to the scene.
A completely white room, filled with sketches on the walls, artistic scribbles filled with the energy of their creator…
A young artist had discovered himself in warm illustrations,
holding his paint-stained brush, humming along to his favorite song, joyfully splashing colors across his canvas, blending the distinctive shades for his eyes…
“Oh, what a beautiful and amazing painting, Jungkook…”
He praised himself with quiet pride, smiling softly as he looked at his work.
He carefully lifted the painting, placing it among his other works, signing it at the bottom.
The painting showed a woman whose eyes were shrouded in the darkness of night,
her black hair framing the depth of her gaze,
and a gentle hand reaching from emptiness, wiping away her tears.
10:00 AM
The sky was pale, clouds drifting lazily.
The sea shimmered in deep blues.
A tear fell onto Taehyung’s white paper, crumpling it.
He tore it out, staring at the clear horizon, whispering:
“Why does life favor only those who break its rules?”
He flipped to the last page of his journal and began scribbling scattered words,
pouring out the anxiety in his heart…
A gentle hand brushed his hair from behind.
“Mind if I interrupt your work and sit beside you, Taehyung?”
The child’s heart eased as he turned back and saw the figure closest to him, arms open, inviting him to come.
“Dad.”
He threw himself into Yoongi’s arms.
Moments later, Yoongi noticed the bruises on his son’s face.
“What happened to you, little one? Where did these bruises come from, and why does fear show on your face? Are you okay, Taehyung?”
Taehyung leaned against his father, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Yoongi embraced him, rubbing his back gently, knowing this was Taehyung’s way of releasing his heart…
“Dad… my classmates were talking about me… I felt scared when I saw them gathered in front of me. I was afraid and alone…”
His voice trembled, but he continued, clenching his lips in frustration.
“I tried to defend myself from their strong blows, Dad, but they hit me harder… they called me an orphan with no father to protect me, accused me of being cruel to myself and others… Am I cruel and bad, Dad?”
A teacher had reported the boys to the principal, who intervened immediately.
The boys were sent to the principal’s office while Taehyung quietly escaped through the back gate to his favorite place…
Away from his father, feeling embarrassed for letting them hurt him,
believing he was weak against their numbers…
and every time they tried to harm him, he ran here…
to the sea, which had become a place of safety for him.
Yoongi remained calm, despite suppressing his anger at the pain inflicted on his child…
He knew Taehyung, usually reserved, now needed comfort and security…
He spoke gently, trying to calm him and lift his worries,
saying:
“You’re not wrong, my dear. Life will test you… you’ll face people who cannot accept your presence, who envy your uniqueness and try to hurt your thoughts. But your task, Taehyung, is to respond calmly. Strength is not in harming, my little one. We’ll find a way to stop them and show them who Taehyung truly is…”
Taehyung leaned closer, hiding his sad tears,
and his father comforted him, assuring him:
“You are brave and strong, Taehyung. I am always proud of you. You know you are my beautiful child, the closest to my heart, my little one…”
The child’s face brightened as he listened, nodding to affirm his father’s words.
Yoongi’s phone rang—Sumin.
He took the call, stepping away from Taehyung, who continued to rest in his arms.
“Yoongi, where is Taehyung? I want to talk to him… I’m at his school; the principal called me because of what happened…”
“Taehyung is hurt, Sumin. Please… be gentle when you see him. Don’t hurt him with your words… He needs us by his side…!!”
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
the nightmare wasn’t over. Tomorrow would bring whispers he couldn’t ignore !!
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