If Youth Were A Punishment |ON HOLD|

Chapter 1, Anesthesia

A/N:

Okay.

I know that this is new and unannounced, but, you're welcome.

It's going to be a short first chapter, but I promise that more is to come.

Do not read this if you are unable to handle depression topics, suicide, angst, or cutting, etc.

{Prologue}

It's simple. We all want to be young. Young, wild, and free.

We all take youth for granted, and make the worst decisions of our life during the state of youth.

Even if we know that what we are doing will result badly, we continue to do it. Because we're young, and that means we can solve it.

Right?

If we're young, everything will be okay. Until it's not, and things begin to fall apart unexpectedly. But we'll be able to fix it, because we're young, of course.

Youth is a lie. Youth is where we mess up the most.

Youth is a punishment.

{Jimin POV}

{Flashback Scene}

I hear ringing..

Why.. Can't I move..?

There's so many wires, and it's bright..

I want to go home.

As my gaze shifted throughout the room, I was able to decipher multiple medical assistants along my bedside. Helping a tall man set up what seemed to be a computer, the assistants murmured to one another in slurs that I was unable to comprehend.

As I examined my surroundings, I noticed that I happened to be wired to an uncomfortable hospital bed.

Shit. I thought to myself as one of the doctors took out an average sized syringe. Inside was a clear colored liquid, seeming to be an injectable anesthetic.

I was able to allow a small glance down at my wrists. Noticing that the tall doctor from before had been proceeding the stitch my previously slit wounds.

I was so close.. I looked back up, taking one more breath before being put back into an unconscious state.