𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 • jennie kim

the end.

jisoo knew the very thing she feared most might have happened the moment she woke up and saw her drawer opened and ravaged.

her heart dropped too quickly.

this had to be some fucked up dream.

no, no, no way.

jisoo tripped over her own legs as she leaped out of the bed. she ran to the drawer.

pill bottle gone.

phone gone.

"no, God, no," her voice wavered as she immediately ran to jennie's room.

please be okay.

she slammed open the door, and saw the younger in the bed.

jisoo paused. God, she was terrified.

"jennie?" she called out tentative, heart in her throat.

she walked closer.

"jen, you okay?"

she reached the bed.

her lower lip trembled.

she slapped the girl's shoulder gently.

"jennie."

she looked around to see the pill bottle.

fuck. empty.

"jennie!" panic set in.

jisoo vigorously shook the younger, "please, please wake up—"

this is all my fault. if only i locked my room. God, i should have forced her to sleep with me.

my fault. she died because of me.

jisoo was full on crying now. she slapped jennie's cheeks in an attempt to wake her up.

i should have forced her to go to therapy.

she couldn't be dead. no, she wasn't. she isn't. she said she wouldn't die. she gave her word.

if only if i was there for her more. it's all my fault.

"jen..." the older yanked jennie's hand hard. she tried to find a pulse. none.

none.

it's all my fault. if only i made her sleep with me. if only i stayed with her. if only i forced her to not go to the store that day. if only i didn't talk about the video.

i killed her.

if only i shut up. if only i had been there for her. if only. fuck.

jisoo fell to her knees helplessly beside jennie's. she grasped the dead girl's lifeless hand and squeezed hard.

"please...." she begged, "i'm sorry. please..."

she couldn't do this. this couldn't be happening.

jisoo screamed.