"home"ophobic // namjin

"crazy"

"Seven billion people in this world and you're sad because you lost one of them?" Namjoons mom said disgustedly.

"But-"

"Seven. Billion. People. Find another one."

...............

I'm really getting tired of cops. I'm getting tired of the same police station.

At least they gave me my letters back.

So here's the next one....

Dear Jimin,
Hey. I hope this finds you well. I hope you don't hate me anymore.

So here's the truth. You want to know why I cut myself?

Well. My mom raped me until she ran away. And than my dad blamed me for her running away and beat me.

My friend called the cops and they took my dad away... along with my brother.

I went to go live with Namjoon but his mom called the cops when she read my letters.

And now.... they're sending me to the insane asylum.

Jiminie. You're an amazing kid. You can dance, sing, you're almost mature.

But you're so naive. Don't let what someone says influence the way you view people.

I love you. I trust you.

When you get this I'll be gone for sure.

I hope you'll miss me, instead of not caring.

Oh and happy birthday Jimin :)

Love, Jinnie

I finished off the letter with my signature little heart and tucked it into my jacket.

I was so scared.

White walls, no colors. All you can do is sit there until your voice is hoarse and you know the entire place like the back of your hand.

You don't go to an insane asylum already crazy, you slowly go crazy while you're there.

And I wasn't going to lose it yet.

"Alright sir." Oh and I'm tired of the same damn cop. "Come on."

I followed him out to his undercover cop car. I don't understand how's it's undercover. Like, that's totally, obviously a cop car.

But whatever.

I let him handcuff me. And than put me in the car. And drive away.

But it didn't matter. I already had an escape plan.

...............

"Hello. I'm Dr. Dally and I'll be taking care of you." The doctor smiled.

"More like driving me crazy." I retorted as I sat on the metal bed in my new room.

She flinched.

"Look lady. You get paid to do this but I can assure you that nothing you say or do is going to keep me from killing myself. So if you want you can just, maybe, I don't know, fuck off?" I smiled sarcastically.

The doctor turned around and walked out. Making sure she slammed the door.

I sighed. They stripped me of everything and threw me in a "room" a.k.a. Jail cell.

One thing they didn't get was my letters.

And it's almost time to send them.

The door opened and the doctor walked in. "Hi I'm back. So, there's a Park Jimin here to see you?"

"Send him in." The doctor left and came back a few minutes later with Jimin behind her.

"Hey Jiminie."

"Hyung!" Jimin called as he ran into my arms. I felt him sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"It's okay. I know what happened." I pushed him off me gently. "Look at me Jimin."

He reluctantly lifted his head to look me in the eyes.

"I have something to give you." I reached under the mattress of the uncomfortable bed and pulled out his letter.

"You have to promise me not to open it until October 13. Okay?"

"W-why my birthday?" He stuttered as he took the letter.

"You'll see." I smiled sadly at my smol friend. "You have to go soon."

He nodded and headed towards the door

"Goodbye hyung!" Jimin started to close the door.

"Oh Jimin!" He looked at me. "Any shorter and you'll disappear." I winked. He slammed the door but I heard him laugh.

Goodbye Jiminie.