Imperfection (Vhope fan fiction 18+)

Hospital

warning: this chapter might talk about graphic things to you, so don't read this if you're sensitive to certain topics with killing.

When Jungkook left and Dohyun went to his room, I went into Taehyung's room. Taehyung was sitting down on the edge of his bed and looking down into his lap with a painful expression on his face. I could tell he was sad about what Jungkook had said, I was too. 

"Tae..." I slowly and quietly say, hesitatingly sitting down next to him. "Are you okay?" I ask. 

When I asked if he was okay, he shook his head I guess to get out of thought and looked up at me. He had a blank expression on his face before processing what I had asked. "I'm fine Hoseok, you don't need to worry. I think I should just have some time to myself." He answers in a hurt tone.

I nodded, understanding what Taehyung meant. I got up from his bed and respected his space. "I'll see you at school tomorrow then?" I ask, looking back at him before I actually left his bedroom. 

Taehyung didn't answer me, it looked like he was back in his own thought again. Great, I shouldn't have asked Jungkook to meet me up at their house, that way Taehyung would have never found out and he wouldn't be like this right now. Why does everything have to be my fault?! 

"I see...see you tomorrow" I say without getting a response from him, leaving his bedroom. 

I grabbed my backpack from the living room and put it on my back. I then went to the front where I put on my shoes and left the house. While looking down the road, I remembered when Jungkook had ran down it. Where is he now? Will he actually never want to come near me again? 

I walked home but when I got home, the house was dead silent like something was off. The house usually wasn't this quiet. My mom usually drinks when I'm out, but even when she's drunk she'd be making some noise. 

"Mom?" I call out while taking off my shoes. Once I took my shoes off I entered the house and walked around, looking into every room to see where she was. 

warning: if you're sensitive to certain topics like killings, please don't continue reading.

While I was walking into the house, I entered the kitchen to see my mother laying on the ground with a puddle of blood around her.

"Mom!" I exclaim, running up to her body but not getting close enough to touch the blood forming around her. What do I do, what do I do?! "Mom, mom wake up!" I say, tears starting to fill my eyes. I went onto my knees and started shaking her body to wake her up but she didn't even move. 

I was by now getting blood on my clothes and my hands, but it didn't bother me. I just want my mom to wake up! "Mom, wake up, why aren't you waking up?!" I ask, a single tear rushing down my cheek. 

I felt my moms neck and she was cold...very cold. I need to do something! I quickly got up but slipped on the blood and fell back onto my butt, getting blood on the back of my pants as well now. 

I wiped the tears away from my cheeks, getting some of the blood on my face and struggled to go to the phone to call the police. 

When I told the police what had happened they said an ambulance was on their way. They told me to stay on the line with them because I guess they could tell I was freaking out. It's not so much that I was freaking out because someone might come to kill me too, I was just upset my mom died. 

Which is weird considering how she's treated me all her life, but no matter how you look at it she's still my mom and I still cared about her. If I didn't care about her I would have went to the police and told them she was abusing me.