LUST

9

With a heavy heart and a broken expression, I waited for his response. His eyes burned into mine as he tries to seek out my intentions.

He glares at me closely and walks closer to me. I nervously swallow my fears as he approached me. His eyes showing no emotions what so ever.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Sight." He says sternly.

I could tell he was holding back, I blinked as more tears fell. I bowed and turn my back to him. I ran upstairs into the bathroom, slamming the door.

I tried to hold it in. I really did.

My tears ran down my face non-stop as I cried silently. My heart ached and my eyes stung.

I hate myself.

If only it was me who had died in the car, I wouldn't be suffering so much.

I cried my heart out in the bathroom, my heart felt ripped apart. My body was numb and I was done. I hate life. I hate me. I hate living, but why did I go through all this? Because my brother wants to live, because he wants to be happy. Sacrificing my happiness for him is everything a human could do.

I looked up and I was standing in front of the mirror. My face a mess and my cheeks stained with tears. I got angrier and angrier when I looked in the mirror at me.

"YOU DISGUST ME!" I screamed at the mirror with my eyes tightly closed.

I slammed my hand on the mirror. It didn't break because I had no energy. I let my body go limp as I slid down to my knees. I leaned my head against the wall and tried to calm myself.

(MOMENTS LATER)

I'm guessing they had left by the silence in the house. I felt horrible. I looked horrible too. I washed my face and tied my hair up in a bun. My eyes had bags under them and it was red burning.

I had a huge headache and I was a huge mess.

I slowly opened the door and walked down to the living room to find it completely silent.

They were gone.

I sighed in relief as I left to do my daily chores. I cleaned the rooms and organized the things. I open the door to Jungkook's bedroom to grab his laundry.

My head was still in a spin, my eyes hurt and stung from my tears and constant rubbing. My face was pail and I was sick. I walked in his room and just focused on his dirty laundry. I picked up some extra clothes on the floor as I have my eyes half open.

When I had turn around to walked towards the door I see a dark figure at the corner of my eye. 

My eyes shifts to the corner and I jumped back in shock seeing him still here. He was sitting sloppily on the chair. His eyes were on the floor as he still had his suit on. He looks at me and stares into my eyes making me freeze.