New|J.H.S|Fanfiction

Three

I've been stuck in here for a few hours now, it might even be day light by bow. I can't tell. I have given up on my brother even coming to help. He's a waste of hope and in this situation, time. I can't waste any. 

I regret coming here. I hate myself for it. 

Tears suddenly flow over my eyes, rolling down my cheeks then splashing onto the dusty floor boards under my legs. 

I want to escape. If I tired hard enough I could some how smash the window. Then Maybe, just maybe, get some attention. I bring myself up to my feet and walk over to the sealed window. There's only one screw holding the top one in in the middle. The other three have only very lose screws in both sides. My dad was never good at D.I.Y and wood work and stuff like that, he would be more of the one to be planting flowers in the one lovely front garden. My mum would put up shelves, along with his help when she couldn't lift something up. I would also help my mum. I hate bugs worms and stuff like that. My brother was the same, but would sulk on the stairs, jealous.

I wrap my fingers around the end of the wood and pull it back. A soft blue light rises from the out side it must be only just getting bright out. 

I hear the faint sound of footsteps and move away from the door and drop to the floor hugging my knees, as if an earthquake was hitting. 

I hear the door click before my dad stands in the entrance with a red face and his eyes blood shot. "Food! You better eat it all! You're luck I want to feed you!" He yells throwing the plate in my room. Causing the plate to smash into pieces. He doesn't even notice as he's already slammed and locked the door. I stand up and sort of clean up his mess from his tantrum. 

I'm now face to face with the window. He clearly won't be up for a while. 

I pull the board back pulling it off the wall. I gently place it on the floor and twist the screw on the second board. 

I pull the second one off with ease. I place it next to the first one laying on the floor. I do the same with the third one. 

The gap is now big enough to fit my body through. I think about how to smash the window. I need to make sure I don't cut myself. I think if I should do it with a wooden board bit the wood is peeling off and can't risk a splinter. 

I suddenly remember a drama my brother was in. You take your shirt off and wrap it around your balled fist. 

I strip of my shirt and wrap it securely around tight fist. I glance over at the door making sure he isn't outside. 

I take a deep breath in and punch the window with all my force. It only cracked. 

I take another hit. Only this time harder, sending glass flying out the window. I put my top back on before sliding out the window. 

I slip onto the window ledge and place my foot on downstairs window frame. I lower my other foot making sure not to slip or misplace my stance. I decide to just jump from this height. 

I feel my feet fly up into mid air. I feel free for a split second before landing on my back. The soil is all hard and dried up making it feel like concrete. 

Nothing runs through my head as all I think about is the pain. I find it hard to breath. I attempt to prop myself up only earning worry as the living room light flicks on. 

Shit

My dad had woken up. I stand up grasping my arm due to a stinging pain coming from it. 

I run to one place where you can get help. I keep running until I'm certain he hasn't followed me. 

Taking a look at your arm it's covered with a thick, red liquid. Blood. 

It's mid way up your arm. The length of the cut is around 4 inches surrounded by a few other scratches, cuts and scrapes. 

You clearly didn't smash your window correctly. 

Once you fully get over the pain you walk into town. It's still pretty much dark but you manage to find your way to a small cafe in the centre of town, open 24/7. 

You walk in earning a gasp from the person behind the counter. 

"Miss! Are you okay, should I call paramedics?" He asks walking over to me pulling out the closest chair to me forcing me to sit down. 

"Since when do you call me 'Miss' JaeBeom?" I say looking up at him. 

"Umm why do you know why name? Do I know you?" He asks clearly confused. 

"It's me Kim Y/n! You lived next to me all my life you knew me the most!" I yell, he's still blank. I sigh. "The girl who was shy, she had depression, major anxiet-" 

"OMG! Y/N! I... I thought you..." He says his eyes becoming watery. 

"You thought I what... oh... you thought I killed myself, didn't you?" I ask looking down. 

"Everyone did... We have a picture of you with a golden message engraved into your regular place... I had it made a boy from your class told us... I noticed his uniform and asked if he'd heard anything about you or why you left," He says looking over to a corner booth. 

It has slightly less lighting than the rest of the cafe, cornered off perfectly and away from people. 

I stand up and see the picture frame of me on the back shelf with a message nailed into the table. 

'In Loving memory of Kim Y/n, Her special place and her escape'

You sit down at the table. It was the best place on earth. 

"Y/n... your arm... please come back behind the bar and I'll sort you out" 

You smile standing up and following him. You sit down noticing his phone charger plugged in but no phone to see in sight. You snatch your phone out of your back pocket placing it on charge. 

JaeBeom turn around to see you smiling evily. 

"What?" He asks confused. 

"Nothing, attend to my cut slave!" I command like a queen. It's nice to be not dead. 

(A/n)

Sorry it's a shorter chapter its 05:23 am and ive been reading writing and doing all sorts all night.. so its only gonna be 1000 words. I always try to aim for 1500+ words. The last two chapters hardly got that but Oh well! Imma go get some brain no function eyes closed time! Bye!

ALSO JAEBEOM IS JB FROM GOT7! I DIDNT WANT TO CALL HIS JB BECAUSE EW AND I DONT LIKE SPELLING IT JAEBUM SO YEAH JUT WANNA PUT THAT OUT THERE!