Run Away || Jikook ||

"Pull Me From This Hell"

~Jimin's Pov~

          The grassy ground was damp and cold as I awoke, looking around at my surroundings. I was in a small clearing just a small ways away from the park. I could still feel the pain in my lungs, breaths still laboured and uneven. My eyes felt sticky with sleep, being hard to open. I could feel that my body was trying to give in to sleep, but all the same, I couldn't fall back under.

          I looked down to my hoodie, it being soiled in the dirt from the ground and blood from the day before, dark and gross. There were few spots that were dry, making me shiver at the cold feeling.

          Going home was far to the back of my mind, knowing when I arrived, I would be in for some tough hell. My father was most certainly home by now, and I didn't want to risk it.

          Curling into a small ball, I felt the slight sting of tears rolling down my scraped cheeks. It was an almost unnoticeable feeling, due to my immunity to pain. I've went through hell and back, though no one would ever know. My family seemed perfect to the naked eye, but under the surface, it was broken and fragile.

          My throat was dry. I as both hungry as well as thirsty, but I pulled myself through. I tried to get up, my legs shaking with the effort, malnutrition on my body not helping. I felt fatigued.

          I let out a grunt as I finally made my way to my feet. Looking around at my surroundings. The sun shone brightly overhead, making me shield my eyes.

          At this time I noticed the vibrant flowers all around me. Shades of purple, pink, blue, yellow, and others surrounded me. The grass was lush and green, no brown in sight. Where I had been laying, it was slightly flattened. A smile ghosted over my face at the sight. It was a place untainted by today's world of concrete and asphalt. It was natural. Beautiful, if you must.

          'I wish I was a flower, they're so beautiful...'

          I let out a quiet sigh, moving carefully towards the park. I looked around to see if anyone was there, and when there wasn't, I moved to sit on the bench. It was slightly cold, but tolerable. The heat on my face felt heavenly, and I just closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of what seemed to be the afternoon.

          Seconds turned to minutes, minutes brought along an hour.

          Soft, even breaths left my mouth, focusing on nothing else, just the summer afternoon. People passed by, but I payed them no notice, stuck in my own little world. My clothes sat dry against my body, feeling much better then before. The only thing uncomfortable being the now dry and crackly blood on the inner sleeves.

          I felt myself slipping into dreamland, but started at the thoughts of the nightmares that come with sleep. It was anything but peaceful.

          The vividness of my dreams haunted me, the pain I would feel in them. It was all like it was real, like it wasn't a dream at all.

          Pulling myself from my sitting position, I pulled my wrecked phone from the pocket of my jeans. It was 3:42pm, my phone was still over 50%. I clicked on my messaging app, opening my one and only friends number.

          Kim Taehyung.

          I pressed the call button, holding it up to my ear.

          After a few rings, I almost hung up, before I heard a once had heard many times before. The deep symphony that had sounded ever since we first met.

          "Hello? Jimin? Is everything alright?"

          His voice was  worried, and it made me feel even worse that I bothered him. It wasn't his problem with what happened to me. But at least he cared.

          "I just.. I'm sorry to call you, I just need someone..."

          He was silent for a long minute, before asking in a quiet, soft voice.

          "It happened again, didn't it?"

          My eyes started to glaze. Of course he knew, this wasn't the first time it ended up like this. I let out an audible sob, though my efforts to hide it. I sunk back down onto the bench.

          "I can.. never escape it! It happens time, and time again!! Why.. why am I so weak?!" I let out between both sobs and breaths.

           "It's okay, Jimin. It happens to even the-"

          I hung up, not wanting him to lecture me. It was rude, but I didn't need his pity. I didn't need anyone's pity. But deep down, I knew he was just trying to help, and I was too selfish to realize.

          I pulled my knees up to my chest, sobbing quietly. I don't know how long I was like that, for when I stopped, it was to a soft, masculine voice.

            "Are.. are you okay..?"

Ah! Hello! Welcome to this chapter. Sorry they're all a little short. Tae has finally arrived! I swear I'll try to focus on all the rest of the members more later. Writing can be frustrating. I hope people actually enjoy this. I also hope to see you in the next chapter!
~J.J