30 MINUTES | PJM

My crush

I was mesmerized by the light the angel left behind. 

It was bright and beautiful but it didn't last long. As it faded away I could see a dark silhouette approaching.

He came closer and stepped through the door. I could see him clearly now. It was him. He was my crush since forever. He was Jimin.

I've had a crush on him since elementary school. We used to be best friends by we drifted apart after high school and I don't even remember why.

I've always admired him from the shadows but I was too scared to confess my feelings.

After we stopped hanging out I told myself that I would never get a chance to tell him how I feel.

I was afraid of rejection. He was really popular at school and I was just a normal kid. Plain looking and boring to others.

But he made me feel special, he made me feel needed and that's what made me fall for him.

After we stopped talking I would just look at him at the classroom every time we had the same class. I was giving him my love but in silence.

His voice broke my daydreaming.

Jimin: Oh my god.

He stepped closer to my bed and knelt in front of my comatose body.

I saw tears fall down his eyes as he grabbed my hand. It made my heart ache.

Mom: J-Jimin? 

He looked at her with sad eyes.

Jimin: W-What happened? Is she going to be OK?

My mother stood up and knelt beside him.

Mom: I-I don't know!

Her sentence ended with tears and sobbing.

She fell on his arms and started crying her eyes out.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I felt like I was incapable of shedding tears in this state.

After a long time of crying, they both finally stood up and sat on a couch nearby.

Jimin: What did the doctors say?

Mom: They said that she is practically dead. There is roughly 10% chance that she would wake up but even that is not certain.

Jimin: I heard that she had an accident b-but what happened?

Mom: All I know is what the police told me. They said that she was hit and run by a drunk driver.

Jimin: Oh my god  that's terrible.

I saw him tearing up again while placing his hand on his mouth because of the shocking news.

My mother was breathing heavily. She was burdened to have to say what happened out loud but she did it anyway.

Jimin: Did they find him?

Mom: They found him dead a couple of miles away. He crushed his car into a tree and died instantly.

Jimin: I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do please tell me.

Mom: You are so kind Jimin. You know, Y/N never told me why you guys fell apart.

Jimin: I don't really remember to be honest. But I feel like this is somehow my fault. We probably stropped talking for some stupid reason and now she is in a coma. If I had been there...

Mom: Stop! Don't say that. Only this drunken piece of scum is to blame!

She immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

Mom: Sorry for acting out. I'm just so mad...

Jimin: Give me your phone.

She reached for her bag which was laying on a nearby table and she got out her phone.

He reached his hands and she gave it to him.

I saw Jimin typing something and then giving it back to her.

Jimin: I saved my contact. Call me anytime you need and I'll come no matter what. You don't have to be in this alone.

My mother was in this alone for too long. She raised me alone since I was three years old. My father was coming home drunk almost every night and he was beating her senseless.

It was happening long before I was born and it kept happening until I was three.

I didn't remember much. The only thing I could recall was me, late at night. I was going for a glass of water and I saw dad smashing a beer bottle onto mom. She was crying and holding in her screams because she didn't want to wake me up. 

I found the courage one day when I was sixteen years old to ask her about that memory of mine. That's when I found out the truth about dad. She told me all about him and how he abused her. She told me about the countless nights that she felt terrified to sleep in the same room as him. She told me how he raped her and how he beat her if she ever tried to resist. She told me how he beat her up even when she was pregnant with me.

This is why I haven't touched a single drop of alcohol in my life. I was afraid that I would end up like him. I was disgusted to even share the same DNA as him.

When I asked her why she wasn't reaching out for help she told me: "He said that he would hurt you if I did. I didn't want to put you in danger baby. "

Her words stayed with me ever since.

She always did everything she could for me and she was the best.

The reason her torture stopped was me. One night my father came drunk into my bed when I was just three years old. He touched me in ways a father shouldn't touch his daughter. He touched me in ways an adult shouldn't touch a child.

She saw him before it was too late and she knocked him out by smashing a porcelain vase on his head.

She called the cops and confessed everything.

We lived happy ever since. Or happier at least.

Mom: Thanks Jimin. You are a great young man. 

She patted his back, giving him a warm smile.

Jimin: I have to go now. 

Mom: Take care Jimin. Thank you for visiting.

Jimin: If you need anything don't hesitate to call me.

He turned away and walked out the door.

I stepped outside the door to follow him but I stopped for a second.

Y/N: Mom don't give up on me, I'll be back.

And with that I left.

I followed Jimin to his car and we got in.

He drove to a grocery shop to buy some groceries.

I followed him everywhere he went after.

It was already 10:40 pm. He got home and he put the groceries away.

He cooked dinner, ate and went to take a shower.

I waited in his bedroom. The time was 11:20 now. 

I heard the bathroom door open and then the sound of his bare footsteps.

He entered the room and opened the lights.

He got dressed and laid in bed.

He got his phone and started scrolling through his feed.

I saw the clock.

11.29 p.m