BTS Short Stories (angst)

Accidents (Jin)

Alone. They are all gone and now I am alone. It's hard to believe. All 6 of them, gone. 

The house has a unsettling silence. The house was once filled with laughter and joy. Once. That's when everything was fine. Before the accident. Before the world stopped. Before the pounding in my head, screaming at me begging that its not real. Now they are gone. My brothers are dead. The car crash killed them instantly. Leaving me alive to see everything. From every body to every drop of blood. "All of those memories" I always think. Oblivion and loneliness eat me alive.

6. Why not 7? Why did I have to be alone on this world. I can sometimes feel their presence through out the empty house. As I walk through the halls and the rooms memories flood back. I smile to myself, but my smile fades as I remember that there will never be new memories made. I only have the past to remember. I walk into the dining room and sit at the empty table. I stare off blankly, remembering. Empty chairs sit around the table. 

Suddenly a light shines through the curtains and highlights something on the table. An apple. Was that there before? Depression drove me to the insane so I don't question a lot of things anymore. I pick up the apple. Still silence. Just the ticking of a nearby clock in the house. I don"t think, my mind is blank. I take a bite without even realizing. Nothing changes. Sound. The sounds are slowly changing. Everything sounds more clear. I can almost hear the air flowing throughout the house. I can hear the sway of the curtains. Light floods the room. I hear unexpected papers rustling in the room next to me. That room was a memory room. It was filled with everything my brothers enjoyed. 7 photographs lay on the blue carpeted floor. I kneel down to examine them. Smiling faces. 6 of my brothers have their own photo. Pictures I took of them. The 7th photo was a group photo. I remember that day. The memories come again. Tears flow down my cheeks. 

I quickly stand up and made my way towards the bathroom. My body is filled with pain. I remember talking about suicide with my brothers. Tears fall again. Overdose. Funny word isn't it. Its crazy how one word can affect all. I pick up the pill bottle that still sits there from previous attempts. I unscrew the cap. I don't bother counting. I dump the pills into my mouth. Feeling the tablets go down my throat. I will see them soon. Soon. 3 blinks and everything fades.

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