flawless doll♡ [park jimin]

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Jimin una volta svegliatosi si recò a scuola, di pessimo umore.
Non aveva chiuso occhio tutta la notte, aveva pianto.
Aveva pianto tutto il tempo.
Quella mattina non voleva parlare con nessuno, specialmente se quel "nessuno" era Hoseok.
Quest'ultimo si comportava come se nulla fosse successo, come se Rose stesse bene e lui non avesse fatto assolutamente nulla per ferirla.
Jimin non sopportava quella vista....avrebbe voluto prendere a pugni Hoseok e togliergli quel sorrisetto dalla faccia.
Ma non poteva.
Lui non era così.
Lui cercava di aiutare le persone che soffrivano, non di creare altro dolore.
Il suo compagno di banco notò che qualcosa non andava...
"Jiminie...tutto bene?"
Jimin si svegliò dal suo stato di trance nella quale immaginava un modo per uccide-...ehm mutilare o ferire gravemente il suo hyung.
"U-uhm?.... oh, si Tae. Sto bene, non preoccuparti."
"Okeeeeeeey, se lo dici tu..."-rispose Tae poco convinto.
Jimin accennò un sorriso.
"Ah ragazzi! Un'ultima cosa..."-Disse il professore alzando il tono di voce-" ...la psicologa della scuola ha installato una bacheca nei corridoi della scuola.
Potete affiggerci incoraggiamenti, messaggi d'affetto...o anche rispondere a richieste d'aiuto, se dovessero esserci."
Gli occhi di Jimin si illuminarono e rimase fermo a fissare il professore.
"Jimin! La campanella è suonata amico! Andiamo!"
"Tae...vai tu. Io devo fare una cosa."-lo liquidò Jimin-.
"Uhm...Okeeeey"
Tae uscì dall'aula, seguito dal professore e Jimin rimase solo a scrivere quel "biglietto".
Il destinatario? Beh è più che ovvio.
Jimin ci mise più di mezz'ora, ma era davvero soddisfatto del suo lavoro.
La lettera diceva:
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.
You come home from school one day.
You've had yet another horrible day.
You're just ready to give up.
So you go to your room,close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over.
You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time.
You grab the bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later, you're little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinner's ready.
You don't answer, so he walks in.
All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you are asleep.
He tells your mom this.
Your mom goes to your room to wake you up.
She noticed something is odd.
She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it.
Sobbing, she tries to wake you up.
She's screaming your name.
Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is screaming and sissy won't wake up."
Your dad runs to your room.
He looks at your mom,crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next your lifeless body.
It hits him, what's going on, and he screams.
He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry.
Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding on each other, crying.
The next day at the school, there's an announcement.
The principal tells everyone about your suicide.
It takes a few seconds for it to sink in and once it does, everyone goes silent.
Everyone blames themselves.
Your teachers think they were too hard in you.
Those mean popular girls , they think of all the things they've said to you.
That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are.
Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you... He can't handle it.
He breaks down and starts crying ,and runs out of the school.
Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they never could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late.
And you're best friend? She's in shock.
She can't believe it.
She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad...Bad enough for you to end it.
She can't cry, she can't feel anything.
She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor.
Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral...the whole town came.
Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile ad bubbly personality.
The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on.
Lots of people talk about the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young.
Your parents just said you died.
It hurts him, a lot.
You were his big sister, you were supposed to be always there for him.
Your best friend, she stays strong trough the entire service, but as soon as they start to lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it.
She cries and cries, and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later.
Your teachers all quit their job.
Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. You're ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls.
Your friends all go into depression.
Your best friend?
She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried.
Your brother?
He finally found out the truth about your death.
He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide.
Your parents?
Their marriage fell apart.
Your dad become a workalcoholic to distract himself form your death.
Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day.
People cares.
You may not think so, but they do.
Your choice don't just effect you. They effect everyone.
Don't end your life, you have so much to live for.
Things can't get better if you give up.
-J
Jimin, con le lacrime agli occhi, uscì dall'aula e si diresse alla bacheca, che era già stracolma di messaggi con sua sorpresa, e affisse il suo.
Il suo messaggio era in rilievo rispetto agli altri.
Era una pagina di quaderno, piena di parole scritte con ortografia e scrittura quasi perfette e con solo una lettera come firma "J".
Jimin non doveva far altro che sperare che Rose leggesse il suo biglietto.
Passarono alcune ore...
Jimin uscì dall'aula e spintonando gli altri andò verso la bacheca.
La sua lettera non c'era più.
O meglio...c'era, ma era strappata e gettata sul pavimento.
In un piccolo frammento di foglio notò una "R" scritta con una penna stilografica ad inchiostro nero.
Questo significava che Rose aveva letto la lettera che ora giaceva distrutta per terra.