17: dead, dead, dead

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by darluu-

by darluu-

• I threw the phone on Minnie's and my bed, feeling numb and broken. I wasn't even angry or sad. Just numb. Just broken. I still knew in my heart that it was wrong of Jungkook to do that. To say that. To make me like this.

What are you doing to me? I thought, and landed on the bed, spread out. I didn't bother to go under the covers. Where's Minnie? •

mochi🍡: where r u bby ;)
mochi🍡: jk I hate u
mochi🍡: jk
mochi🍡:wHERE R U
mochi🍡:hALLo???
mochi🍡: uGh
mini: oh hi lol
mini: y r u so desperate? ;)
mochi🍡:wELL U HAVENT BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS
mini: no, the fact that u were sending them every 5 secs
mochi🍡: tru lmao
mochi🍡: I just feel kinda gross :/

• That was an understatement by far. I almost laughed.

Before I could see her response, an unknown caller appeared on the screen. I accepted out of curiosity. •

Jimin - Normal
UN - Italic

"Hello? Jimin's phone?"

"Hello, son... I am here to give you very sad news... I apologize in advance..." The voice sounded choked up.

"Uh.. Sp-speaking?"

"...Your grandfather."

"Grandad?" I recognized the voice immediately. "Why are you calling?"

"I'm getting to that..."

I waited for a response.

"Jimin, your... mother....

"She died."
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Tears streamed down my dull face, dropping on her dead hands. The hospital room was white and plain, and full of dead. Just dead, dead, dead.

"Mum..." I whispered, choked up.

A hand clasped gently on my shoulder, and I turned back to see my grandfather, looking sympathetically at me. A rainbow of emotions crossed his eyes, all miserable.

Granddad was my mother's father. He came home every Christmas, since he lived in Daegu, and my father played his role in the perfect dad, all lies. No one noticed mum's fear and my anger. The monster didn't let that happen. He was so smart, so cunning, so bad. And now Granddad is forced into the truth, since his daughter died when the dad found her and killed her.

Now she lays in the damn bed, dead. It must be hell for him, more than ever. And he's old and dying, too, even though she was young.

With all the happiness I could muster, I faked a smile, but I still felt bad for him. So bad.

I knew he could sense my pain, my pity. He never liked pity.

But it was kind of funny, but not really, because he smiled back.
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• 🐀 help I'm sad now

btw, I'm srry I havent been updating. as I have said, school sucks and it takes a long time to write even one chapter. hope you can understand 🙃