doppelgänger [completed]

eleven.

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Jimin pops open each plastic cap of the seven day pill tracker.

He's sitting on the floor in his favorite spot in front of the mirror. Today, he misses his Grandmother in a way he cannot even describe.

Maybe it's because his Grandmother never failed to support him no matter what was going on. Whether he was chubby or skinny, mentally messed up or perfectly healthy, poor or rich...none of that mattered to her. And as he dropped the first batch of pills into each of the seven day slots of his pill tracker, Jimin cannot help but miss her.

It's painful. It eats at his chest in a dangerous way.

He longs to hear her simple words of reassurance and hope. She did not baby him or tell him that everything would be okay. She would simply tell him that he was perfect the way he was. And that he didn't need to change. Not for anyone.

As long as he didn't hurt himself anymore, then she'd be happy.

Jimin tries hard to hold onto her words. He is still upset that the people influencing him are lacking in terms of support.

Though, he knows this is also irrational.

The mirror is a standing reminder that his Grandmother is always with him. Even if it is ugly and old and doesn't match the rest of the dorm, the fact that it was an important part of her was enough for Jimin.

Even with all the superstitious nonsense that came along with it.

Jimin sighs dramatically as he moves to his next pill bottle. He picked up some Vitamin D at the pharmacy as well, deciding that he hasn't gotten enough sun in the last few weeks. And he knows that it has helped in the past. Working in a basement room mail probably hasn't helped.

He drops the large pills inside the plastic container with a roll of his eyes.

He can't believe he's back here.

He can't believe he has let himself stumble so far down his deep depression hole again that he's being forced to swallow these pills.

"Everyone wants me to be someone else, though. So, I guess that's who I have to be, right?" he says to himself. He snaps the lids of the container closed and tosses it backwards behind him so it lands on his bed.