Be With Me >Vkook<

Just die

The trip back to the institution which Jungkook overheard was actually called a "psych ward," was worse than the trip away. He was told he wasn't allowed to move much, since his stitches that adorned his legs, arms, chest and back, were still healing. But, the struggle he put up had Dr. Kim worried that the wounds might open up again.

The doctor kept a close eye on how Jungkook acted after Taehyung had told him he wasn't coming to see him anymore. The results were a bit too obvious. The little bit of talking Jungkook did to him was completely gone. He was much more nervous and tense around him. All he did was stare at him in a way where you think he'd be looking straight into your soul. He didn't cry for Taehyung anymore. Now, his pleas for help were just made up of incomprehensible screams and whines. He hit one of the men taking him back to the hospital hard enough to break the second finger on his right hand.
Dr. Kim rushed to get it set before Jungkook would swing at him as well.

Eventually, they had him strapped to a mat that would restrict his movements so that he could hurt anyone, or himself, more than he already has.

Jungkook laid in the back of the ambulance that they had stuffed him in. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare at the ceiling and feel his tears escape his eyes and run over the sides of his head, onto the soft mat he laid on.

Though he tried not to think about it, his mind kept wandering to Taehyung and when he left. All he did after that was sit in his bed like he used to before Taehyung had ever come into his life. He stared at each doctor or nurse that came in and didn't break the eye contact until they left. He lived in fear again. He was cautious of everything again. He reaffirmed himself of his old ways. Not letting anyone in, keeping his distance, just do what he's supposed to do, Because the last person that he opened up to let him down. And the impact of that gave him the worst feeling he'd ever felt before. He didn't want to feel that again.

"Welcome back Jungkook!" Said a lady in white as the boy was led back to his old room. He glanced at her but payed her no attention.

Soon, the familiar white door opened to the white room with white walls and a white council and a white bed and white everything. Jungkook was changed into his white clothes and was sat in his white bed. He curled up into the corner and leaned against the crease in the walls as he watched people in white flood in and out, putting things back into place. They even gifted him with a framed picture of him playing that little piano in the rec room with Taehyung sitting next to him. He didn't know someone had taken the picture, but he hated them for it.

Since it was getting late, a lady in white came in to the room with a DVD in her hand.

"You wanna watch a movie?" She asked him. "I have your favorite."

Jungkook didn't say anything, but the lady in white went to put the movie on. Though it was his favorite movie, Jungkook couldn't focus on watching Beauty and the Beast. He had always wanted to watch it with Taehyung, but he always left before the people in white came in to put it on. He wondered if Taehyung had ever seen Beauty and the Beast. It could've been something that Jungkook had shown him, instead of the other way around. He could watch it with him, and learn the songs.

Stop it. Jungkook told himself. He tried to push every thought of Taehyung out of his head, but he just kept coming back. He wanted to forget him. Forget that he ever came to this place and ever promised to help him. Forget he existed. Forget everything.

I'll never get out of here, he thought. That fact loomed around his head. It's true, without Taehyung, he'd have to stay there forever, probably. He would die there. Suffer until the mounds of medications and tests would cause his body to ultimately shut down.

Die.

He repeated the word in his head.

Die.

Die.

Just die.

His eyes were wide. The flickering light from the TV screen reflected in his eyes. The chorus of "Be Our Guest" sounded darker this time. He didn't see the dancing napkins and spoons as people under a spell anymore, but he found them a bit more demonic. Everything was darker, everything was less colorful. Jungkook's mood affected the movie. All he could think about was death.

Just die. You're going to anyways. Save yourself from the suffering.

Jungkook threw off the covers and made his way over to the wall with the framed picture of him and Taehyung. He took it off of the little hook that was nailed into a crease in the plush wall. He looked at it for a second. He remembered how happy Taehyung had made him. But with him gone now, he didn't know how he could ever be happy. Nothing else in this pathetic little life in a psych ward ever made him happy like Taehyung did.

Jungkook sent the picture flying across the room, letting it crash into the TV. The screen went static for a couple of seconds, interrupting Belle and the Beasts blossoming love. The glass from the frame shattered and went everywhere. Jungkook went over to the newly made mess. He crouched down beside the broken glass and picked up the photo that was still in good condition. It was only at this point when Jungkook realized there were tears running down his cheeks. He ripped the picture in half, then let it fall from his hands to the floor.

He then found a rather big shard of broken glass. He gripped the glass hard enough to where the edges cut into the skin of his fingers and his hand began to bleed. He held the pointed tip up to his arm and dragged in a straight line from his wrist to the inside of his elbow. The cut was deeper than any other cut he'd inflicted on himself. The cool air against the open wound made him shiver, then he quickly slit a gash into the other arm as well.

He dropped the shard of glass from his almost completely red hand just as the people in white had come in.

Die.

Just die.

Please, let me die.

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Poor googie