Dealing with Abusers • VKook

4.

Jungkook POV;

Taehyung wasn't here today. I hope everything is ok.

I later met Jimin and his friends in the cafeteria.

"So I heard Taehyung wasn't here today  because he had a panic attack yesterday. What a wuss." Jimin  snickered.

I stayed quiet not wanting to get into it. I think Taehyung can be nice, he just needs to be a bit more social. I should go talk to him more.

"So party at my house?" Jimin adds.

Everyone cheers.

Jimin turns to look at me.

"You coming?" He asked.

"I don't think I can, to much work to do."

"You sure? There's going to be alcohol, and girls." He says trying to convince me.

"Sorry I don't drink and girls aren't really my thing either."

Jimin gives me a shocked look. "Well ok then. The doors will be open if you change your mind. I'll text you my address later. Bye!" He gets up and leaves with his friends.

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I go home and head straight to my room. My phone is the first thing I check.

I just scroll through social media bored not knowing what else to do.

"Today's a slow day. Maybe I should go to that party?" I question. "Nah I'll just go study."

Taehyung POV;

I'm in therapy session right now and this is giving me terrible anxiety. Why can't I be home eating?

Fucking fatass.

"I know..." I whisper so the therapist doesn't hear.

"So, Kim Taehyung." The therapist begins "What brings you here today?"

Don't answer honestly.

I shrug.

Good boy.

The man writes on a piece of paper on his clipboard.

"How are you feeling latley?" He asked.

"Fine." I lie.

He sighs.

"Taehyung," He puts down his clipboard. "I need you to answer honestly. How do you feel today? And why did your mother decide to take you today?"

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My mom was now in his office with me.

Can't believe you told him.

"I'm sorry."

"So, Ms. Kim. This is going to be hard for you, but, your son Kim Taehyung unfortunately suffers from a multitude of personality disorders being Dissociative identity disorder (DID) and paranoid personality disorder, which has led him to suffer with depression and anxiety. He has maybe a total of two personalities, possibly more, that's all he has shown so far."

As he said those words my mother began to cry.

See, she's crying because your a useless failure, wishing you were never born.

"Ms Kim, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to answer these questions."

She nodded so he can go on.

"Have you seen him go through episodes of mania? If so when was the last time you did?"

"What?" she questions, not understanding the words I assume.

"His personality changing. It's usually common with people who suffer from bipolar. He seems to show symptoms of bipolar 2. Have you notice him changing in personality? It could just be his other personality acting up but it is important for me to know."

"Yes, he always has mood changes and acts like a completely different person."

"When was the last time this happened?"

"Last night."

The therapist turns to look at me.

"Why was that?"

"H-He was yelling at me so I yelled back at him."I said.

Don't fucking rat me out.

He nods.

"Ms Kim, when did this start?"

"Around the age of 9. After his dad left us he started to become quiet and keep his emotions to himself."

"I understand."

He tells my mom what medicines I should take and when to take them then we go home.

It was a silent car ride.

She stops the car in the middle of a lonely road. I look at her and see tears in her eyes.

You made her cry? Are you really that much of a cunt?

"Mom...?"

Don't ignore me, he pinches my thigh.

"Mom are you ok?"

"Yes honey I am. I'm just- I'm just, I'm sorry I couldn't be a better mom. I'm so sorry you have to go through this." Her sobs get louder with each word.

"Mom, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is, if I didn't marry your father, if I wasn't so busy with work those times you were young. If I was just a good moth-"

I cut her off "Mom, it's not your fault. You were trying your best to raise me through hard times. You are a good mother. Mom, it's fine. I'll get through this personality stuff. Let's just focus on the good right now. We both still are a family and we're not in so much debt that we can't afford to live." I comfort her. I didn't realize I was now crying.

She smiles feeling a lot better.

For someone who's fucked up you sure can comfort someone real well.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆This story means a lot to me. Yes it's only the fourth chapter so far but this story just, it's very personal to me and I hope you all like it too. If you are suffering from something like this, please know you are not alone And there will always be someone to help you through it. Remember you are a beautiful human being and No one should tell you otherwise. I love you!