Warning⚠️: Contains self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, & touchy subjects. If you are triggered by any of these topics, please skip to the next story.
I shut my laptop, angry and hurt. Feeling like the world deserves my anger but deep down I know it's no one else's fault but my own. I'm tired of crying but the tears haven't run out yet.
"What time is it?" I look at my phone that reads 2:45 in the afternoon. I sigh and walk into the living room. I grab a bunch of snacks before turning on the tv and eat my feelings away.
After throwing away the wrappers in the trash I fall asleep on the couch.
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Kim Taehyung Pov
"I'm sure she's doing fine." I unlock the door. The guys behind me notice the trash can with wrappers and Y/n on the couch sleeping. "She isn't. She doesn't even eat this much." Jin whispers.
I walk up to Y/n and bend down to gently wake her. "Y/nie wake up. You can't sleep your life away." I smile to make her feel better when she wakes. "What time is it?" She mumbles and pulls her sleeves down.
"It's 4:57 pm. Did I interrupt your nap?" She nods and walks off to her room. "She didn't even acknowledge us. She's usually so excited to see us." Jungkook pouts then sits on the couch along with the others.
"She's just having a hard time. She may need some time to herself that's all." I smile trying to give the others hope but they only look more worried.
"Tae you know Y/n like the back of your hand. Her father walking out on her again is hurting her inside so much. She needs us right now." Namjoon says so I nod my head in agreement.
"I'll tell her to get dressed. We can watch a movie or go out to do something." I smile again and knock on her door.
Kim Y/n's Pov
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I open the door with dead eyes, no longer being able to put up my mask of pretend happiness. "Get dressed. We want to go out and take your mind off of what's going on right now."
"I'm tired and I-" "Please? I'll make you smile I promise." Taehyung grabs my hand but I pull back because I know he'll see what I've been hiding. "Let me shower and I'll be out." I sigh and grab some clothes.
"Y/n don't forget to clean your piercing. I don't want it to get infected." Taehyung says still by the door. "Okay."
- I clean up the blood from my wrist and put alcohol on it. The stinging is fine I'm used to it. I clean off the razor and toss it in the trash. I clean it so when they see the tossed razor they won't think anything if there's no trace of blood on it.
I flush the toilet then dress myself. I've picked myself up enough to fake a smile but not a good one. I'm so torn inside I almost feel like giving out.
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