Mental 2 | Jungkook

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I screamed as the pain truly was revolting.

I guess this was it, this is the last time I'll be breathing, this is the last time I had life as a human being on earth. I hope I get to meet my mother when I go, that would be nice.

Blood ran from my wrist and dripped on the hard floor.

I released the blade from the hand and switched the blade to my slitted one. My hand was shaking as I moved it closer to my clean wrist.

I kept on crying, tears were running down my cheeks, I was drooling and my nose was runny. I didn't care about anything at all at that moment. I only focused on the pain.

Right as I touched the surface of the blade of my skin, I heard a loud bang coming from the right side of ear.

"HEY!" Someone shouted.

I ignored whoever it was and continued to slit my wrist.

Suddenly, someone pulled my arm away forcefully and let go of the blade from my fingers.

"GIVE IT TO ME!" I screamed at him.

I tried taking it back but instead he pushed me really hard which made me fall on the ground.

I didn't try to move, I just.. froze.

Another person walks in.

"The fuck is going on here.." he says as he saw blood all over the floor and a body on the ground with sleeves covered with blood.

One guy drops the blade and runs towards me, he bends down and grabs my collar, raising it up which made me lift my head along with it.

"You try to do a stupid thing like that again, and I'll bring you back to the chair and make you suffer even more, got that?" He ordered.

I chuckled and coughed. "Do whatever you want to me, I don't care anymore, pain won't change me. Killing me is what I beg for, can you at least do that?" I cracked a smile.

The guy cursed because that wasn't the answer he was expecting. He swung his fist at me which knocked me out unconscious.

-

I looked around where I was, it was a flowery meadow with birds chirping and a clear blue sky. I looked at myself and saw I was wearing a yellow T-shirt with jeans.

"Jungkook.." said a female voice I didn't recognize.

I lifted my head up to see a familiar person, wearing a silky white dress standing in front of me.

"M-Mother?" I said in shock as I opened my mouth.

"Yes dear" she softly smiled while caressing my cheek.

I grinned, this was perfect. Was this perhaps heaven? Am I really dead now?

My mother morphed into someone else.. someone which I despise.

"M-Mia?" I said. Confused at what was going on.

"Wake up dear!" She said to me.

"N-No- don't touch my face like that"

She giggled "Wake up!"

Then.. her expression changed to something dark. The sky became cloudy and suddenly I heard thunder. She frowned.

"I said...

WAKE UP!" She roared.

-

"STOP!" I screamed as I opened my eyes and tried to get up.

But..

Something was off.

I lifted myself off from bed but I didn't budge.

My arms didn't budge.

I turned my head to the top right to see where I right arm was.

There it was.. wrist was stitched and strapped to the bed.

I looked at my left arm, it was the same.

Then looking down at my chest, I saw the third and finally strap, it was wrapped around my stomach.

I guess they really did find a way for me to prevent from killing myself.

Observing the same room I've been for how long? Maybe more than a month? I noticed something new which wasn't there the last time, a camera.

I screamed once more, knowing that it will do no good, but I still did it.

When will this hell stop? And when will they get tired?

-

Three months after disappearance from the Mental institute

Day's have gone, soon weeks, and now months. Nothing changed, ever since my attempt of committing suicide they have strapped me. Sometimes they would untie the strap for me to eat or take a break.

I ate the same old food, nothing new. I have gotten tired of eating really, but they told me if I don't eat then I'll be strapped for the whole day, and I didn't want that, so I forced myself to eat. Not all, only a little.

Every tray they still gave me a pill twice a day. And if I didn't take it, they would shove it in my throat themselves after observing in the camera that I hid it.

Though something about me felt rather odd today? I was feeling more tired and I had nausea. Not that didn't have it in the other days, but today it was different.

I stood up and stretched a little after eating, knowing they were going to come back and strap me again.

There it was again.. the weakness. I put one hand on the sink to balance myself and looking in the mirror.

My eyes started to become droopy and before I knew it, my whole body failed to keep me up and I fell on the floor.

-

Slowly opening my eyes, I could not identify the surrounding's I normal would wake up to. The ceilings were filled with dust and cobwebs, the wallpaper was slowly peeling off. I moved my hands.. and then my arms, noticing I wasn't strapped this time. My chest and legs were not strapped either.

No cameras.

Could god have given me a chance to finally escape somehow?

-TBC-