In My Eyes [Vkook]

Friendship

I stared at the crimson liquid leaking down my arms, it dripped into the water and fell down the drain. Blood leaked down my hand and dripped down my fingers. I started cutting vertically instead of sideways, more blood and pain came that way. I watched the blood run down the drain with blank eyes. I wished the blood came faster. If it came faster and heavier, I would die faster. A knock came from the bathroom door.

"What?" I asked lowly.

"There's a boy at the door, he says his name is Jimin" My mother said through the door. I shut off the water and climbed out, I quickly slipped into my bedroom. I chucked on sweats and a baggy long sleeve before going downstairs. Jimin was on the couch waiting, he was wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans and a white snap back. He looked better in that than I ever would.

"Uh...Hi Jimin" I said softly as I walked over to him. He smiled and stood. He pulled me in for a friendly hug, I hugged back weakly.

"Hi Jungkook" he pulled away, smiling wider. His eyes now were only thin lines, I gave him a small genuine smile. His smile warmed my cold core.

"So..what are you doing here?" I asked as I rubbed my neck nervously. He laughed lightly at me, I felt my cheeks get red.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. We can go into town...or just stay here" He offered, he must have seen me lock up when he said 'Go into town'.

"C-can we stay here? Please?" I begged quietly, I didn't like going outside much anymore. Apart from going to school, I haven't left the house since the first day I cut. Jimin nodded, his smile faded.

"I-I'm sorry Jimin, I-I just don't like leaving the house much" I stuttered, he giggled lightly. Gah, what's with my talking today? I had no clue.

"It's okay Jungkook, lets go to your room" Jimin said, I nodded. I guided him to my room, I tossed aside my sketch book; which was filled with depressing drawings. Jimin looked around my room, I sat down in the middle of my bed and crossed my legs criss-cross-applesauce. Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, he leaned back onto his hands. I looked down at my hands, I cleaned a small spot of dry blood off my palm. I looked up at Jimin. He was giving me a sad look, tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Instead, I just looked down; ashamed.

"Don't be ashamed Jungkook, we all have our things that take away the pain" Jimin hugged me. I hugged back tightly, he seemed surprised but he hugged back. The tears slowly and quietly rolled down my cheeks.

***

Me and Jimin laid in my bed and just talked for hours, things we liked and sometimes just nonsense. Jimin really wanted to help me stop my cutting. I sighed and hid my face.

"That's the thing Jimin, I can't stop" I said into my hands.

"Why do you keep going back? There's plenty to keep you from going back to it" He rolled onto his side and laid his head on his hand, his elbow digging into my mattress. I let out a shaky breath. I will not cry..I will not cry. A tear fell from my eye, Jimin pulled me into a warm hug. That just made more tears come. God, I'm such a baby. Why is Jimin still here comforting me?

"Its okay Jungkook, let it out" He whispered, boy did I let it out. He held me for almost an hour while I cried. I cried till I couldn't cry any more.

"Tell me why" He pulled away slowly and cupped my cheeks, I sniffled and cleaned my wet cheeks. God, I probably looked like a zombie right now.

"Before...I made the first cut, before I started covering my body in red lines. I thought I would be able to control myself, with every cut I made I felt my body get more numb. I felt the pain from life disappearing...and found watching the life drain from me addicting" I said softly. I looked up into Jimins eyes, they were glassy from his tears.

"I'm sorry.." I looked away from his face. He pulled me into another hug. I hugged back, encircling my tiny arms around his thin and firm waist. His tears soaked through my shirt.

"I'm sorry for making you cry Jimin, I didn't mean to.."

I just ruin everybody's day don't I? People shouldn't even be around me anymore.

"If you ever feel like cutting, call me. I'll talk to you and keep your min off of it. I know we just met, but I can't help but care" He said. I nodded weakly. Stop cutting? I want to, but I know I'm gonna relapse after a day.

"Jimin? C-Can you stay over tonight? I don't wanna be alone.." I felt my cheeks redden from my words. Jimin nodded.

"I need to go get clothes though, I don't think you're stuff would fit me" He pulled back and looked at me. I nodded weakly, he stood and left to go get clothes from home.

Why did I ask him to stay? I barely know him. I didn't know how to answer that, I guess I was tired of being alone. I wanted to talk to someone who understood my pain. People at school would laugh, my parents would be angry with me. Tae wouldn't care...I just felt like Jimin truly cared about me. Even though we met only a few days ago. He stayed and held my while I cried and talked about everything, yes he knows about Tae and my feelings for him. He sat there and listened to me, not judging me about anything.

He truly understood how I felt. He said no one would help him, he had to break out of it himself. He said he wanted to be the savior for me that he never had. I sat on my bed quietly thinking about Jimin and everything we talked about. He came back after 20 minutes, he had a small black bag with him. He gave me a warm smile and sat back down next to me.

***

My limbs were numb, blood was running down my body. I looked around me, it was pitch darkness. I hugged myself in terror, the blood continued flowing from the cuts on my arms and legs. The darkness began to engulf me, it felt like it was wrapping around my core before slowly wrapping around my whole body. My heart ached the more the darkness engulfed me, the cuts began to sting as more blood flowed from them

Razors started cutting through my flesh slowly, making sure I felt every second of the pain it caused me. I cried out it pain, I couldn't move. Barbed wires were wrapped around my body and held me in my position. My cries echoed through the dark room, but no one was around to save me. I cried as the razors and wire cut through my skin.

The darkness had almost completely engulfed me. My heart rate began to slow and thump less, I started getting sleepy.

"Jungkook!" A familiar voice rang through the silence. I opened my eyes and looked around. A dark figure came running towards me, they ran slowly. I cried out as a razor cut near my jugular. Jimin came into my view. He grabbed my hand, the razors, barbed wire, and the darkness disappeared. Jimin pulled me into me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

***

I woke up to Jimin hugging me tightly, my tears soaking his shirt.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up" Jimin mumbled over and over again. I slowly lifted my arms and hugged him back. Jimin sighed in relief when I hugged him back.

"Are you okay? Was it a nightmare?" Jimin pulled back and cleaned my wet cheeks, I felt my cheeks heat up as I nodded slowly. Jimin nodded and hugged me again, I hugged back gently.

Jimin is my savior.

~J4MMYD0DG3R