Diary (Vkook, Old Version)

March 5th, 2015

The door to Jungkook's house opened, Jungkook's parents, Jimin and Hoseok stepping inside. "Okay, boys. I really want to know what exactly happened that day. Y'know, the day, before that happened. Let's read it in his diary and find out, okay?" Mrs. Jeon's face was pale, with a blank expression. Mr. Jeon hugged her from behind, humming in agreement. Hoseok and Jimin just hummed in agreement. "Yeah, let's do that."

They walked over to the kitchen, just to find the stressed out Nari sitting at the table, ruffling through her long, dark red hair. "Nari? What're you doing here?" Jungkook's father asked, just then making Nari realize that she wasn't alone anymore. "Auntie, Uncle. Explain," She held up Jungkook's diary, "Why the fuck are some pages covered in blood? Is that Jungkook's blood?!" She started yelling, tears streaming down her face. Jungkook's mother gulped, "Honey. We don't know, either. Please, can we read the entry of the day, before all of this happened? The entry of the fifth of march, in 2015." She asked, hugging ger niece, who calmed down a bit, sniffing. "Okay." She agreed. So they all sat down around the table, once again opening the book that contained all of Jungkook's thoughts and feelings.

Dear Diary,
Today I woke up, feeling horrible. My head throbbed, my stomach felt like it was turning around. My eyelids kept falling back down, but of course I had to get up, since it's a Thursday today and I had school.
Groaning, I got up and stepped to the bathroom, and looked into the mirror, just to find a horrible image of me. I had heavy bags under my eyes, the cut on my cheek still visible and my face was really pale. I looked like a ghost. I sighed and washed my face, then combing my raven hair. I was thinking of dyeing my hair back to red, but quickly pushed that thought aside, when I thought about what was gonna happen today. A small sad smile crept on my face, and I opened the door, leaving the bathroom. I walked back to my room, to change into my school uniform. I adjusted my tie, styled my hair, so I wouldn't look too bad. I went downstairs, took a piece of bread, put Nutella on it and ate it. I then walked back upstairs, grabbed my bag, in which I had put all the stuff I needed, before heading to school. I may have seemed cheery or happy, but the pain in my body killed me. Why was it even like that? I don't know, maybe I was getting sick, but who cares, right.
When I finally arrived at the huge school building, after walking for a while, I opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door. I slowly made my way to my classroom, in which I sat down on my usual seat. I took out my notebook and a pencil, sketching some dumb shit in it, until the teacher finally came. But listening to the teacher was basically impossible for me, so I just focused on sketching for the rest of the time.
I sighed, when the bell rang, signaling for lunch break to start. I got up, walked out of my classroom, along with a few of my classmates, who were just gossiping, making up stupid rumours about people they didn't even know. But I couldn't care less at the moment, just walked to the cafeteria with a blank expression. I didn't go over to Taehyung's classroom, didn't mind picking up Hana, just went straight there.
I was getting bored at lunch, so I took oit my iPod, putting on headphones and playing 'Hush' by Miss A. I love that song.
Now, normally you could say, today was just an ordinary day, but it wasn't. It was the day I planned to end it all. To end all my pain. But let's save for that later now.
After lunch break was finally over, I hurried back to class, still not listening to the teacher, though. And like that, all the classes went by in a short amount of time.
I grabbed my bag and left the school building, headed back home. After walking for a while, I finally reached home. Home, where I was going to be all alone. Wonderful.
I took out my key and opened the door to my house, stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I put away the key, let my bag drop to the floor, as I quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes: A baggy white T-Shirt, grey Nike sweatpants and warm socks. I folded the uniform and put it away to all my other clothes.
My heart was pounding loudly. I picked up the razor that I had put on my desk. I flashed a smile, slicing open the skin on my fragile arm once again. And it felt good. I couldn't stop, until my left arm was covered in blood, all red. I then took the razor with my left hand. It hurt a lot to move my arm, but it didn't bother me at all. Cutting open the skin on my right arm as well, relieved me so much. But it wasn't enough. I sighed, before pulling down the sweatpants. I rolled up my boxers, slicing the razor along my thigh. I bit my lower lip, enduring the pain, 'cause after all, it wasn't even half as bad as what I was feeling emotionally.
After cutting open both my thighs and arms, I plopped down on my bed, not caring about the blood dripping on the sheets and leaving stains. But I felt another strong desire. Scratch that, I still feel this desire. I'm sorry. I have to leave. Forever.
Good Bye Diary,
Jungkook

Jungkook's mother broke down in tears and the sound of sobs and sniffs filled the air. All of them were crying, even Jungkook's father. "We have to..show Taehyung this." Jimin spoke, his voice cracking. Everyone agreed, so they took the diary and drove back to the hospital, where they quickly ran up to Jungkook's room, opening the door rather harshly.

"Taehyung. You need to see this."