Candy Boy (COMPLETED!)

Chapter 6- Healing by force

You were all dressed in a warm coat and scarf, skinny body guarded by Jin and Jimin as you walked to Jungkooks house, dodging people as they walked through the snow, watching the stars. You then waved off the boys as you arrived, knocking on the door gently. A few seconds later, a sleepy, fluffy Jungkook opened the door, and smiled.

"MIMI!!! I MISSED YOU! You look cold and tired, come in and let me give you some hot chocolate!"

You smiled weakly and shook your head.

"Actually I wanted to go for a walk. I have a lot of important things to tell you Kookie"

He nodded but made you sit with a hot chocolate inside while he dressed. He wrapped up in a coat scarf and hat, then you both left, holding woollen hands and pinching each others rosy cheeks from the snow. You walked to a snowy field, and sat on the bench after brushing the white layer from the surface. You hugged to stay warm, your head on his chest and him stroking your back, you shuddered as he felt your bony back and figure in his arms.

"Mimi, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but you feel very....well.....skinny. Like your wasting away. And you haven't been at school recently. Is everything ok?"

You then sighed and stuttered out everything that had happened recently, lifting your sleeve to show your bony pale arm covered with cuts and scars. He gasped and pulled it down and cried with you. You promised to care for each other and keep no more secrets. He then carried you home and Jimin and Jin, who was sleeping over, invited him in. They all spoke and hugged as they watched a movie. Then you took your anti- depressants after a little persuasion and then ate your vitamins. You went to bed and then the three boys started discussing you.

They cried and agreed that although you were better than before, not much was improving and they would have to take you to a clinic in order for you to take the next step. But what they didn't know was that you had snuck out of bed, and were listening, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You had been trying so hard, was it not enough? They still had to take your freedom away?

WARNING TRIGGERING SCENE AHEAD

You ran to the bathroom and threw up everything you consumed that day. Then you grabbed a razor and cut all over your wrists and then actually pressed the razor to your wrists. The voices were screaming at you to do it, press that little bit harder and burst through your vein. You couldn't take it. All you wanted was to disappear and stop it all. A life in a stupid clinic with people watching you 24/7 was worse than dying. So you attempted to do just that. To kill yourself. You watched the blood flooding from your wrists, pooling onto the bathroom tiles, and then you felt weak, stumbling onto your bloody floor and after a few minutes your vision blurred, and you blacked out there, lying on the cold floor and listening to the voices as they laughed and laughed, screaming with evil happiness and satisfaction as you slowly faded away.