Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 8

Jimin woke up to his stomach growling. He
groaned and decided to
get up.

He rubbed his eyes as
he headed towards the
kitchen. His body felt so
weak as he headed down
the stairs.

As soon as he reached the bottom, he felt pain in his stomach.

"Ah fuck." Jimin clutched
his stomach in pain. He
leaned against the wall,
feeling support.

After the pain faded away, he slowly walked to the kitchen. Maybe water might help' he thought.

He opened the fridge and his eyes immediately landed on all the food. Oh how badly he wanted to eat.

Jimin lowered his eyes and grabbed a water
bottle.

That's all he could have
anyways..

Jimin drank his water while looking at all the
snacks they had in the
counter. It seemed so
tempting.

Jimin gulped and looked away. He shouldn't have
it. He knows what will
happen if he has one.

Eating it and crying after. He just wanted to eat his favorite snack without feeling guilty about it. But he can't even eat anything without feeling regret.

Jimin sighed as he headed towards his room. He had to get ready anyways.

He tried a different look in his makeup and it looked pretty good. His bruises were well hidden.

Jimin went to his drawer
and took out his glasses
from 2 year ago. His
glasses broke so he had to use this one to see.

He put on his glasses and everything got more clear.

Although he thought the
glasses kinda ruined the
look.

For once, he was a little
happy on how he looked
like in the mirror. He
wanted to be able to look
in the mirror and not cry.

Jimin smiled and grabbed his phone and keys to get in his home. He couldn'tnwait till he saw with Ms. Ross.

Jimin headed downstairs
and saw his mom sitting
down.

"Where are you going?"
She said coldly.

"I-Im going to the store. I
could use some clothes."
He stuttered.

"With what money?" She
asked, glaring at him.

"The money that uncle
had sent me for my
birthday." Jimin said
quietly, afraid he was
going to get hit.

For the last couple of
weeks, he had noticed
that he had become
more afraid. He would
flinch when someone
would pass by his desk.
He always saw himself fearing over what would
happen next.

He would always look
behind him to make sure
anyone wasn't sneaking
up on him. He kept on
stuttering more out of
fear.

He had grew paranoid.
He didn't know who to
trust and what would
come next. Even feeling
someone touching him
would make him go to a
state of panic.

He really was traumatized.

"Leave." She said and
turned back to her
magazine.

Jimin pressed his lips
together and looked down.

Even his own mother was ashamed if him.

Jimin opened the door
and right when he was
going to close the door, he heard his mom mumblensomething.

"Buying clothes, like
it would even fit." she
scoffed.

Jimin closed the door
and bit his lip to stop him from letting out a sob.

That really lowered down his self esteem.

Jimin just kept on walking to the cafe. It was 5 miles away but he didn't care.

He just needed someone
to talk to.

Jimin's legs hurt like hell.
He felt as if he were to
collapse at any moment.
And the fact that he hadn't eaten anything for a week didn't help.

His vision was blurring
and he felt dizzy. Still, he kept on walking.

He couldn't see anything
clearly but he was sure he saw the cafe.

He was so close. So fucking close.

He reached a hand towards it until his
eyes shut closed and he
collapsed right on the
floor.

He could hear people
gasping and footsteps
surrounding him.

"Hello? 911" He heard
Someone say before he
passed out.
...........(timeskip brought to you by Jackson's lost brain cells).............

Jimin woke up to a bright light. He heard the sound of a monitor beeping.

He rubbed his eyes and
saw that he was in a
hospital bed.

"Oh good, you're awake.
We have someone who
wants to see you." The
nurse told him.

"Fuck." Jimin murmured
under his breath. He
was sure it was his mom
coming to yell at him
about the bill.

Jimin started crying. He
just wanted everything to stop. He couldn't take it anymore.

He just wanted to die.

Death was better than
being alive and suffering.

Living really was the
cruelest way to suffer.

He heard the door open
and he looked down,
not wanting to make eye
contact with his mom.

"Hey, Jimin. Are you
okay?" The voice wasn't
from his mom.

He looked up and saw Ms. Ross. He cried even more. He couldn't believe that someone actually cared

She rushed to his side
and engulfed him in a
hug. And they both cried
together