Pills || J•J•K

Chapter 1

I knew it was bad.

It was the morning and I was wide awake, only to wish for the night to creep in once again as it engulfs me through my slumber; that is if I allow it.

I knew it was getting out of control.

"Y/N!" I heard my mother's voice roar throughout the house as I sat up.

"Y/N!" She tried again. Poor thing.

It's been months since I talk to anyone at all. All happened when my father killed himself while I was watching, unable to do anything.

Silent tears ran down my eyes as I sat there letting that little part of me be free, at least.

Numbness was all I felt.

"Y/N," this time, her voice was somewhat soothing.

I tried to look at her, I really did. But I didn't want to care. I didn't want to care for others, for once.

"Get ready for your therapy session with Mrs.Julia." She touched my shoulders; my skin burned.

I gave her a little nod but hesitated to move.

"I'll be downstairs, yeah?" She sounded so hopeful but I knew I was nowhere near that.

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Pulling my hoodie's sleeves, I walk down the stairs.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/N." She smiled.

She was a nice woman, she was just trying to help me and I totally understand that.

But she has to understand that I've crossed the stage in which I can be brought back to the world to live a happy life.

I felt so much that at one point, I've started to feel nothing but pain and stupor.

"How was your morning?" Julia asked as I gave her a small nod.

"Alright, let's get answering few questions eh?" Her Canadian accent was audible.

I took my pocket-notebook from my pocket and wrote down 'I don't feel like doing this session today.'

Tearing the paper down, I placed it in front of her and stood up.

"That's understandable." She spoke as I just focused on breathing in and breathing out.

Moving my feet that feel almost useless, I try to go back to my room.

As soon as I enter it, I lock the door.

I want to be alone. Forever.

*

"Now, now!" Everyone was laughing; having a great time.

"I really hope everyone's hair is orange!" The host was hyper with energy.

Immediately everyone's hair turned orange with cheerfulness except for one. It remained black with sadness.

"Jungkook, c'mon! Let loose a little, man." Jimin tried to cheer his friend up but it was no use.

"I think she is sad, Jimin." Jungkook said.
Jimin immediately understood what Jungkook meant.

"And so?" Jimin asked, his hair slowly changing it's color to brown to show his friendliness towards Jungkook.

"I can't be happy when knowing she's hurt. I love her, Jimin." Jungkook let out messily.
Due to his anxiety, his hair changed to a lighter shade of black, almost a silver-ish gray.

"Let's get out, c'mon." Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the room.

"Tell me everything and I'll try to help." Jimin spoke as his hair changed into a blond-ish shade

Jungkook knew, just by looking at Jimin's color hair, the man was just curious and wanting to help.

"Her name, I haven't heard. What she looks like, I haven't seen. But I love her." Jungkook said, picking up the little nymph person from the flower.

The excited little one, immediately placed his tiny fingers onto Jungkook's gigantic like hands as little flowers begun to blossom on the middle of his palm.

"Thanks little guy," Jungkook let out with a little smile as the small creature giggled before being released onto the ground.

"C'mon, how can you love someone who you haven't met before? Impossible." Jimin said for only Jungkook's eyes change into a miserable and empty stare.

"But I do. I hear her thoughts. I hear her crying. I hear her heart-beat. I hear her everything, and she's not happy. That breaks me." Jungkook spoke, his hair changing to an original black color.

Pouting at his friend's sadness, Jimin patted him on his shoulder.

"You sure you love her? You know the price you will have to pay if she rejects you, right?" Jimin asked cautiously.

"I will die. I know. But it's worth it. I'll be at peace knowing that I changed her life like how she was before the incident that caused her to become this mess that she is now." Jungkook said, playing with the tiny flowers at his palms.

They seemed to become dull with every touch Jungkook had done.

"Good gravy," Jimin sighed out at his saddened friend.

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