𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ²⁶

Some would think that when you're heading to go commit suicide, you'd be sobbing, hysterical.

I'm not.

After I've picked myself up from the cold floor of the hallway, everything to the core of my bones aching, my decision is made for good. I become perfectly calm. In fact, my thoughts are more composed then they've in been in a long while.

I step into a near bathroom, just to asses the visible damage before anyone sees me. Glancing in the mirror, I see a line of blood dripping from my nose, and a little around my mouth from the cut lip. I glower at my reflection, suddenly irritated at the fact that I waited so long to end it. It would have spared me, as well as plenty of other people, a lot of pain.

Oh well. It'l be over soon.

I pick up a paper towel and wipe the blood off my face. The damage there isn't too bad. I can tell that I'll have a black eye later, but no one will have to see me then. As for the rest of me, I don't know what it looks like, but it's all covered by clothing.

One last bitter glance at myself, and I leave the bathroom.

For the last time.

Students are staring to head to class now that it's the end up of lunch. I keep my head down, dodging the smiling kids walking with their friends. I'm just about free, touching the handle to the door of the school, when someone grabs my arms. I hiss, whipping around, because there's probably a couple different bruises in that one spot.

"Jesus Christ, Tae, what happened to you?" Yoongi's astounded voice asks.

He's standing in front of me with Jimin and I see Jungkook further back, looking at the grournd.

"Nothing," I say quietly, my voice unwilling to go much higher then a whisper. "Just Jong in."

"Shit, dude. Doesn't seem like nothing."

"It's fine."I grip my backpack strap tightly, trying to distract myself from the presence of Jungkook. I'm not looking anyone in the eye as I think about how badly I want to get out of here.

"Tae." I see Jimin studying me carefully.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I smile. "Just tired, you know?"

"Bullshit." Jimin shoots me a look.

"Because I totally didn't have to force a razor away from you earlier."

I cringe. From further away, I see Jungkook's head suddenly snap up at those words.

"What?" he asks, voice cracking. He looks at me, eyes worriedly fliting over my face.

"I'm fine." I say quickly, just wanting to get away from them. "I need to go grab something from my car, okay?" I turn back around and reach for the handle again.

"See you later, bud!" Yoongi calls after me.

"Yeah, later," I say before exiting the building.

Sorry, Yoongi, I think. But you won't be seeing me.

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