Over The Summer

End (Chapter 9)

I run into the bathroom in our hotel room and clean up my bloodied arm with a wet cloth. I forgot to lock the bathroom door, so Jimin barges in. He caught up quickly with me when I ran, gosh.. "What the hell did you do?!" Jimin screams at me. I ignore him and try to stay calm, continuing to clean my arm. Jimin gently takes hold of my injured arm and stares at it with tears in his eyes. "Why didn't I stay here with you.. I fucking knew something was wrong! I knew it!" Jimin yelled, grabbing the cloth from my hand and gently cleaning it, still crying his eyes out. "I'm sorry.. I tried to stop myself.." I say. "No! I'm supposed to stop you.. It's my job and I failed.." Jimin sobs. I gently put both of my hands on his cheeks.

"I need help.. From doctors.." I say, a few tears in my eyes. Jimin puts his hands over mine and grasps them tightly. "You'll get better.. I promise." Jimin says, sniffling. "I hope so.. I don't want to have to turn to this each time I get upset.." I say, moving my hands slowly back down, Jimin letting go as well. I let myself fall into his chest, and for once, I completely pour myself out onto someone. I begin to cry onto his shoulder. I could sense the surprise in Jimin's movements as he gently wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into a hug. He's never seen me cry this hard. He turns to kiss my cheek before putting right hand over my head to pull it more snug into his shoulder.

It's been 11 months, and so far, I've gotten as much help as Jimin could've gotten me. I go to therapy every other night, and every weekend. Me and Jimin's relationship is wonderful. I tell him I love him everyday, and he does the same. I'm so lucky to have gotten him.

(the ending is shit I'm so sorry omg)