They wanted to fix me. I didn't. So when they told me to only take two, I took the entire capsule.
So here I am, lying on the floor of my bedroom my vision hazy before me and the world spinning around me. I guess I overdosed. Oops. I smiled, I felt content. Content with hurting myself, content for being on the brink of death.
My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, my brain constantly telling me that I should sleep, and hopefully never wake up. That's how everything was supposed to work. But it didn't. Despite my exhausted state, I felt someone enter my room, I heard them frantically shouting at 911 for them to come help.
I didn't feel anything, no sadness or anger and definitely not happiness. My mind was blank when they lifted me up into the ambulance, that was when I felt my eyelids getting really droopy.
I let myself go limp, hoping to hear the ever lasting beep of the heart thermometer. Signaling the death of Kim Taehyung. But of course, that never happened.
I woke up. In a hospital bed, with white walls surrounding me. My parents weren't in the room with me. I was alone, of course I was. They never cared, they probably just called the ambulance so they wouldn't have to handle a dead child on their own.
A nurse came in after a while and immediately ran out of the room when she realized I was awake. I was just staring at the black tv screen in front of me when two doctors came in. Two too many. I didn't need help nor do I want help. But they checked up on me anyways. I didn't feel like protesting, so I didn't.
"That was very stupid of you Taehyungssi, you could have died!" One of the doctors said after they were done with me. I didn't reply, I didn't feel like it. I felt nothing.
I heard them sigh in defeat before evacuating the room, leaving me to just sit there and stare blankly at the Tv screen. At least until I heard a voice of a girl being emitted from the door. "Hey Taehyung." She said.
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