Hidden Bruises (vhope)

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It was lunchtime now. I really didn't want to see jimin after what happened outside. And as i thought it would be, it was so awkward when i sat down at the table with him and the others.

"Woah" yoongi said. " what happened between those two?" he laughed.

"Shut up yoongi" i said, i made sure i said it in a joking way. Jimin just kept looking down, but i was a more experienced actor.

I got out my phone and scrolled through different apps, as i always do. Jimin was just silently eating.

" i got an a on my science test!" Taehyung said, obviously trying to get a reaction.

" i have that text next hour, whats the answers?" yoongi asked.

" shut up yoongs" i laughed.

" yoongs? Come on hoseok, youve got better than that"

" good job tae" jimin said quietly. God! He's so stupid!! Does he want everyone to know?

" jimin, whats wrong. Your acting weird.." taehyung said.

" its nothing. Really." he replied. He could at least try to cover it up! The more he was talking the worse my anger got. I was so relived when the bell rang.

I mouthed the word "bathroom" to jimin. He nodded back and i met up with him. As soon as we were safe in the bathroom, i exploded.

" what the fuck jimin!" i said. I wasn't yelling but my voice was louder than usual.

"Woah. What are you talking about?" he asked. He sounded hurt and sad.

" do you want the whole fucking world to know!! Are you fucking retarded!!" i yelled. He started to get angry as well.

" maybe they should know hoseok!!" he yelled. It surprised me so much, jimin never yells. I instinctively took a step back.

After he yelled he took a few breaths to calm down, i was still in shock.

"Sorry.. Hoseok. I just.. I don't know how long i can keep this a secret." he said. Then he left. My safety was ruined. If he's not gonna keep his promise, i wont keep mine.

No parents, no problems. I decided to skip class. I went to my locker to grab the supplies, and went to my hooky hangout. My old house. I snuck in as usual, and got to work.

I pulled a cig out of the pack. I was starting to want one anyways, guess im already addicted.  The longer i stayed at the house, the more i lost track of time.

All of the terrible memories of this house kept coming back. I almost instinctively grabbed the blade. I dragged it across my arm.

The blood dripped down, but it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I made another one, closer to my wrist, deeper. Still not enough.

I made one more. Its was extremely deep. There was blood everywhere. Looks like i'll finally get to leave this awful world.

Then the door opened and someone rushed in. I heard them call my name, then everything went black...