***Trigger warning for most of the story! Mention of suicide, thoughts of suicide, violence***
I don't like my name.
"Jungkook..."
Every time someone says it, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. A type of taste that makes you scrunch up your face in disgust. And I'm disgusted. Disgusted at myself and all the anxious feelings I can't escape from. Anxiety and PTSD. Depression and thoughts of self harm. Its disgusting what I go through. The fear of something triggering me and leaving me paralyzed and crying. Wailing and screaming. And yet out of everything, the thing I hate the most, is still my name.
"Jungkook..."
Her voice haunts my head. Her screams plague my nightmares.
Jungkook.
Jungkook.
Jungkook.
It was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. The last thing I could remember of that night. The night of pain, fire, and loss. The night I lost her forever. The night she was stolen away from me before she was ever mine.
"Jungkook..."
Every time I hear it, it reminds me of how weak I was. How weak I still am. I couldn't do anything. I thought over and over, a thousand times over, what I could have done differently. What could I have said? Could I have prevented her from dying? Or was her fate already written in the stars, and I have always been doomed to hear her voice echo my name? Echo even in the silence of my mind.
"Jungkook..."
I really hate my name. Like I really hate myself.
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Jungkook | Saved
FanfictionA sequel of sorts to I Saved Her. In this story you'll get to find out what happened to Jungkook and what his life turned out to be after that fateful night of violence, pain, and fire. I highly recommend reading my story I Saved Her first before...
