Your Hope (YoonSeok)

Chap 4

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.

- Paulo Coelho

Yoongi's Pov

"Mum stop singing people can hear you!" I shouted over the music to my mum sitting in the driver's seat to her Audi.

" JUST ONE DAY, IF I CAN BE WITH YOU!" My mum shouted and pointed a finger at me.

I sat there laughing at her. "Mum just stop please." I groaned. She looked at me and smiled, I gave her a smile back.

As she turned to face the front again all was heard was horn beeping and a loud sound.

"YOONGI YOONGI!" I heard my name being screamed but I couldn't register any of it. "YOONGI GET OUT OFF THE CAR!" The person screamed.

All I heard was buzzing and something trickling down my forehead. I lifted my hand up and touch where I felt the wet sticky stuff coming from. I brought my hand down and saw it was blood. "Ow," I whispered.

I remembered I was in the car with my mum and I turned my head to see her dangling down looking at me with her mouth moving. "YOONGI YOONGI PLEASE." I finally heard her voice.

She had her seat belt holding her but something was stuck in her stomach. I saw her whole face covered in blood.

I unbuckled my seat belt and dropped to the floor. I saw the broken window and crawled out. I felt the shards of glass stabbing me in my skin from crawling. I ran around to my mum's side and punched the window open.

"Y-Yoongi I-I love you." She touched my cheeks.

I ignored her and tried to undo her seat belt but it was stuck. I crawled back out and started screaming for help but the car blew up. The explosion blasted me backwards hitting the ground. I watched my mum screaming for help and I couldn't do anything.

"MUM!" I tried running but someone held me back. "NO, LET ME GO! MUM PLEASE. MUM!" I was screaming, struggling in the person's arm.

I sat up in the bed gasping for air, I looked around the dark room and saw I was in my room on the bed not at the accident. I felt tears trail down my face.

I buried my face in my hands. "I could off saved her," I muttered to myself. "I should have just listened to her singing." I gripped my hair in my hands and brought my knees up to my chest. "It's all my fault."

I threw the covers off my body and walked to the bathroom, I opened the drawer and lifted some cream up and saw the familiar piece of metal staring at me. I picked it up and sat on the floor resting against the bath. I slowly rolled down the sleeves of my long t-shirt I was wearing.

I took in and breathe and placed the metal blade on my skin. I slowly dragged it across my skin. Once, twice, thrice. I dragged it across my skin several more times. I watched the blood come up to the surface and watched it slowly drip down my arm.

I felt more tears roll down my face, not from the pain but for the loss of my mum.