Letters She Wrote | Min Yoongi (Revising)

Prologue

"what a shame I found you today..."

The skies are clear and the sun shines brightly for everyone under it. The weather is as perfect as the ambiance of everything outside but for her it's just another dreary day. She's in class sitting on the far corner of the room, beside the window and far from everyone. It's the perfect seat. Her favorite. The rest of the class are filled with laughter and profound how-are-you's and how's-your-weekend but the girl from the far corner can't even lift a smile.

Everything hurts.

She switch her gaze to the people outside the window and intently watch their faces full of smiles as she silently pray hoping she could wear one someday. The thought of that triggers her memory to remember things that haunts her. The sad girl become sadder.

Hope is a luxury.

She stood up and silently make her way to the door. She walk, and walk, and walk as if her life depends on it. Rooftop.

She found herself on the quiet rooftop which is her favorite spot next to the far corner seat. From there you won't be hearing any noises from below. The cold breeze welcome her body as it hugs it's lonely soul. And from that moment, something between her chest tightens as if it'll scream for help. A tear that become infinite is rolling down her cheeks. She's silently screaming and she knew she wanted to end everything, all at once.

I'm useless anyway.

She retrieve a sharp-pointed thing out of her skirt pocket. The little blade that could possibly end her life, she thought. It's shiny edges says it will never fail to take her life away but that doesn't scare her. Without hesitation, she placed the tip of the blade on her wrist just right above a throbbing nerve and she put pressure until her skin bleed.

[music playing in the background]
A to the U to the G to the STD
I'm D boy, because i'm from D

What the hell is that?

A music blasting from someone else's phone breaks the miserable silence. In sync with the music is a voice rapping the lyrics relentlessly.

[music]
I'm the crazy guy, lunatic on beat
Sending listeners to Hongkong with my rap,
my tongue technology.

As if an angel passed by, she became aware of the situation like someone burst her gray bubble. She immediately dispose the razor blade and wipe her bloody wrist. If someone sees her bleeding it might call attention which she doesn't want any, she thought.

[music]
A to the U to the G to the STD
I'm D boy, because i'm from D

She fix herself to exit the rooftop, maybe it's not the best place to end her life especially using a razor blade. She might as well jump. She couldn't think straight as if her head is full of unwanted noises. She's not sure if it's the rush from knowing she's not alone in the rooftop after all or if it's the ridiculous music.

[music continues]
I'm the crazy guy, lunatic on beat
Sending listeners to Hongkong with my rap,
my tongue technology.

What a shame.