♤ house of spades ♤

2:31 AM

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i'm lost. it was supposed to be a calm day but so much had happened and i dont know what to do.

let's start off with the part where i woke up next to taehyung in bed even though i thought he had gone home.

then you walked in like every morning, your hand ready to grab my hair. except this time, you grabbed his hair instead.

you threw a bunch of hardback books from the bookshelf where i was hiding the razors the people from school gave to me. taehyung was protecting me as you pulled one of them out and tried to slash me with one. we ran out the window in hopes you wouldn't be able to fit through and run after.

we were scared shitless, my mind still foggy from the blunts we had smoked the night before. foggy from waking up at the worst possible time.

we knew we were safe when seokjin's house came into sight and the window was wide open for us to fit through and seokjin had a friend outside, looking as if he didn't know what the fuck was going on.

he really didn't.

'you! did you see a pink haired boy and a girl run by here?!'

taehyung had gripped onto me so tight, it felt as if i had lost function of my hand.

'what are you even talking about? get off this property or i have the authority to call the police. you're on private property.'

you turned around, growling on with incoherent words. taehyung was crying, cradling my hand to his wet cheek. and me, well...

i don't even know how to explain it. i was shaking so hard, it felt as if the the earth had swallowed me hole. my breaths became shallow, eyelids closing.

it was hard to control my breathing after that. all i remember hearing was taehyung trying to tell me to match his breathing. it didn't work.

"jimin! help me! please!"

that was all i can remember before passing out on taehying's lap, a frantic hand trying to shake me awake.

after an hour, i had woken up in a room with red columned walls, seokjin sitting at the foot of the bed with a rag and a bowl full of chilling water.

he tried to talk to me but realizing i wasn't going to say anything he shoved a plate of crackers in front of my face with a large cup of water.

"you're malnourished. running away from your mom wasn't the best choice you could've made at the moment."

i was still shaking. shaking from the mere thought that you would've killed me in the closet bedroom of mine if it weren't for the fact that taehying hadn't bloody been there.

i could've died!

taehyung went back to get all of my stuff from the room at some point when he realized you weren't home. that was the only way i would have ever gotten this- this journal back.

i'm still up this late, i know. i'm moving in with seokjin's friend, jimin, until i can find a way back onto my feet.

i've never been more scared to do something in my life.

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