13 Reasons Why

9| New tutors & Uneasy nights

Seokjin looked at his wrists.

Small, curved and irregular lines were covering it. Though the stains were not visible he could feel them as he ran a hand over his now pale wrists. The watch that he was always wearing was on the sink at the moment. He could hear the ticking of the minute hand as he held his wrists. It had been almost a week since he'd last done it, and the pain had ceased too. This definitely wasn't something to be proud of, but Seokjin felt the satisfaction of not lying in his bed and looking at the metal object which his hand couldn't afford to loose. In 365 days, this had been the longest he had went without doing it. Not be boast or anything, but Seokjin felt contentful as he looked at his wrists.

He lifted his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was slacked back by water a few minutes ago and he ran a hand through his hair again as he stared at his brown orbs. Dark, heavy eye bags were visible under his eyes and he sighed as he looked at them. He parted his dry lips and looked at the small brown pores on his nose. He closed his eyes and let out a tried breath and placed a hand on his cheek.

If you saw him a year ago, you'd wonder how he ended up like this. But the thing is, even Seokjin didn't know how he ended up like this either.

Probably between the two of years of his grieving he just forgot to look after himself. And maybe the people around him forget too, because he clearly didn't remember anyone knocking on his door to talk with him. The memories were faint since all he remembered was crying his bathroom at one at night while his dad went out to bars to drink his worries away. All he remembered was looking at his ceiling with wide open eyes, reading his brother's diary with teary eyes, having fights with his dad twice a day, sitting alone in the classroom having unwanted thoughts as he stared at the blackboard, looking at others being happy around him while he himself was searching for it.

Never once did he remember breaking out in a smile out of pure happiness.

Breathe.

Seokjin told himself as he sucked in a hot breath. Taking small steps he got out of the bathroom, closing the door with wet hands as he left.

Seokjin opened the door of the classroom. Surprised to see no one expect the teacher silently sitting at her table, Seokjin pouted and awkwardly went to his seat to get his stuff and then go to his dorm.

'The principal has called you,' Mrs. Lee's voice sputtered as Seokjin picked his book.

Seokjin turned around with a surprised face. 'Me?'

Mrs. Lee gave him a small node and left the class room without saying anything. Seokjin watched her leave and furrowed his brows. He hadn't been called to the principal's office since in fifth grade when he had 'accidentally' hit a kid who said that he was prettier than him.

With a click of the door Seokjin left his classroom and walked to the principal's office,

The principal's office was on the fourth floor. By the time Seokjin reached it he was already huffing from lack of oxygen. Seokjin stood outside for a few minutes to catch his breath. And then the said boy opened the door.

The principal's office was completely filled with monochrome stuff and Seokjin found himself blinking twice as he stood beside the chair. A few gold trophies were placed on the top most shelf, and the rest had thick books which had gathered dust within the course of years. The table mostly had important papers which were irregularly placed under the transparent file. Two black and blue pens were in the pen holder along with a few other pencils and stationary objects. The notebooks were on the wooden cupboard behind the table and Seokjin moved his eyes to the human figure sitting in front of him as he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding.