ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖

13

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I woke up. I had the dream again. My head hurt from all the crying. Ive had enough, enough of this.

I just want y/n back. I want to see her face. I want to hear her voice. She can only fix me.

I've had enough of this life. It's so cruel.

I looked around the room and see my bag. I remember I have medicine in there. I took it out and stared at it for a couple of seconds.

I miss you y/n... I then got a lot of pills in my hand and swallowed it.

Then everything turned black.

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We were hungry so we decided to order pizza. It arrived in a matter of seconds so I decided to go upstairs and call Yoongi. I'm sure he is hungry.

I knocked once.
No response.

I knocked twice
No response.

Then I slowly opened the door. My eyes went wide seeing Yoongi on the floor and a pill bottle in his hands. "JIMIN HYUNG, JUNGKOOK!!!!" I yelled and they ran to me.

"WHAT WHAT WH-"Jungkook shouted.
"OMY GOD" Jimin yelled
"WHAT ARE YOU ALL STANDING THERE CALL 911 OR TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL!!" I sobbed.

Time skip
In the hospital.

We were in the waiting room. I was crying. Jimin was crying. And Jungkook was crying.

I just hope he wakes up. We called the rest over and we were all a crying mess.

Just then the doctor came. "Are you guys Min Yoongi's friends?" He asked. We all nodded. "Is there any family member here?" He asked. "No" namjoon said.

"Okay he's okay, the pills didn't affect him that much so he will be okay maybe in a couple of days or, if he's a fighter, it could be tomorrow. " the doctor smile. "Thank you sir" we all smiled.

Hoseok was the first one to enter the room. We all chuckled. "YOONGI" hoseok smiled. "leave me alone" Yoongi said and covered him self with the blanket. We all looked at each other.

"Look hyung" namjoon stepped in front. "I know you miss her, but we all know that she doesn't want you to get hurt or do these kinds of stuff, she won't be happy.." namjoon said.

"It's not worth it, she's not here anymore... I didn't get to save her." Yoongi's voice cracked. A tear rolled down my face and Jungkook wiped it. I chuckle.

We were talking and talking until the doctor came in. "Yoongi is suffereing depression, he should visit a therapist" the doctor said.

Yoongi scoffed. We all agreed with the doctor.

The next day Yoongi got off the hospital and we were all happy except Yoongi of course. Even Hoseok couldn't make him grin with his flute.

Yoongi at least ate one meal today, because Jin made a recipe that y/n made. So we decided to make him the regular things y/n would make so he would eat.

Yoongi is going to be seeing a therapist now. He doesn't like it, but he needs it. All we could do was support Yoongi Hyung and make him let y/n go and move on.

Sure we all miss y/n, especially Jin because no one laughs at his jokes anymore. We all miss her but we know that she doesn't like us like that, she doesn't want things to happen to us because of her. I'm sure y/n is safe and happy wherever she is.

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I've been seeing a therapist but it doesn't seem to affect me. I just have to act like it does.

They are so gullible, I tricked them.

Every night I still cry myself to sleep and they took all my stuff about y/n away. But they don't know that I still have the photo of me and y/n under my pillow.

"Yoongi you okay?" Taehyung asked.
"Im okay" i lied. I'm not okay. But it's best to lie because seeing other people being sad and hurt makes me even sadder because they were sad and hurt because of me.

I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay.

I told them to give me privacy in my room instead of barging in. So they did. I just didn't want them to see my crying.

Today I had a dream. I was at that paradise again with y/n. I love those dreams. Because every night I dreamt about y/n getting killed by that Sehun guy.

So I like the paradise dreams. They make be smile and feel all better but whenever I wake up....

It just falls apart.

"Hey Yoongi come downstairs we are having dinner" Jungkook said. "I'm not hungry today" I Fake smiled. "Okay" he smile back.

I closed the door . I thought about y/n again. I sobbed am cried and cried. My pillow was wet. My blanket was wet.

I always cry myself to sleep. I can't help it. When ever I look at the picture, I cry even harder until I have no tears left to shed.