Changes // A V Fanfiction

24 // Flashback

The Night Shinhye Was Shot...

~Kim Taehyung's POV~

I went home and closed the door behind me, falling to my knees. I was so upset, it was like the strength in my just left me.

I opened the door to her patio. Mi-Hi, or Shinhye, says she doesn't come out here often, but she likes to come out here whenever she is upset. I gripped the railing tightly and just screamed. How dare I let myself leave her? How dare I let myself listen to Yoongi? I don't even know if he is telling the truth.

And who would shoot her? 

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, and I just screamed. 

I ran back inside and slammed the slider door shut and ran into my room. Mi-Hi has been helping me with this. She still doesn't know I do this. She still doesn't know how I hurt myself... and I'd prefer it that way. 

When I took out the box from under the bed, disappointment in myself sunk in my skin. But I just bit my lip and shut my eyes as I sliced my skin.

I am such a coward. 

When things get hard, I always come back to this, don't I? I stared at the blade and the cut on my arm. I cherished the feeling of blood breaching the surface for a while. I enjoyed the tingling sensation in my arm. I took a breath and started to cry.

Mi-Shinhye... shot... of all things!\

The scene on the step replayed over and over again in my head. How she tried to reach my face... I could see the desperateness in her face. I looked at my arm and all I felt was my own disappointment... and I'd imagine Shinnie would be too.

Wait- Shinnie? 

I quickly shook it off and just washed the blood off and bandaged it. I changed into some pajamas and went to sleep. I looked at the ceiling, desperately trying to sleep. All I could think about was how much I missed Mi-Hi. I always slept, knowing she was in the room next door, but now, she wasn't, which scared me. I watched as my alarm clock counted the minutes. I yawned ten times in the past hour or so. 

"I've had enough," I said to myself, I grabbed my shoes and jacket, walking to the hospital. I opened her door and saw her on the bed. Unconcious. I watched as her chest rose and fell. I pulled out the bed in the couch and I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. 

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