sad. the sequel. || taekook.

fake people.

Jeon Jeongguk.

I looked up from my position on the floor.

My mother sat there, on the counter.

I know,

I've never seen my mother,

and I know,

this person sitting in front of me was fake.

She screamed at me,

"You were supposed to die, not me!"

She faded away,

replaced by my old friend Hoseok.

"Why did I even save your ass, you're a waste of space and time!"

Many people,

I've never seen or known,

appeared all around me,

yelling, screaming,

"You don't deserve to be on the face of this Earth!"

"You should just die. Your mother didn't deserve what she got."

"Taehyung, he doesn't want to even have seen you. He just wants you to disappear so he can be free from you."

I let out muffled sobs,

biting my hand as hard as I could to block the noise.

Maybe I should just die.

That's what everyone wants, right?

I looked back to my pile that fell from the little compartment at the bottom of the cabinet.

It looked so inviting,

My mind hasn't even sent the signal to my arm before I had a lighter in my hand,

a small flame dancing on the tip of it.