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Poor Health - 7

It's been a week since Jimin and I had our fight. If you can even call it that. I've kept myself in my room. No matter how hungry I get, I don't step out the door except for my check ups. Jamey is picking me up today. I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror. My ribs are showing still, almost as much as when I first came here. My hip bones stick out still. The bruises and cuts are starting to fade. Yet the images are still leaving scars in my mind.

I sigh, slipping on my shirt. I put on my hat and my converse and then hear the knock on my door. Jamey opens it with a smile. I smile back.

"Come on Kid, we better get going. It'll take a while to get to the apartment and then go through all the stuff." he tells me.

We head out. Walking down the hallway I try not to look at much besides what was right in front of me. Yet, as we passed Jimin's room, I couldn't help but notice the door was open and there was laughter from inside. I didn't take much time to look inside, but I did see many boys in there. I turn away from the door and continue behind Jamey until we get to his car.

We get to the apartment within 30 minutes. I'm hesitant to go in. There is police tape all around the door.

"So I've invited one of my friend's boy's to come help us. His name is Jin, don't worry he's nice and doesn't know much about your situation." Jamey gives me a smile as we walk into the room.

"All the blood has been cleaned up so you don't have to worry about any of that either. Oh yes, I talked to the judge working your case, she is allowing you to change your name after the court date. Anyways we'll talk about all that later, for now how about you start looking for the stuff you want to keep, and i'll go get the boxes from the trunk." he told me patting me on the shoulder and walking out the door with a sad smile.

I nod to him, and once he's gone I rush to the bedroom afraid that if I don't hurry someone is going to come after me. When I get to the most terrifying room in the small apartment I stop and look around. All the blood is cleaned up, the sheets on the once beautiful bed are gone. The mattress still inhabits the frame. Flipping on the lights I still see the hooks on the walls and ceiling, where I used to be strung up. I look around the room, before Jamey comes in with some premade boxes.

"Jin will be here in a few moments, just call if you need something, i'll go wait for him." Jamey tells me, before heading back out.

I drop to my knees softly in front of the dresser. Pulling open the bottom drawer I see my jeans. Pulling each pair out which end up only being three, minus the ones Jamey has already brought me. They are all black, two have rips and the one that doesn't has stains of paint. These were the pants I wore when Sir would allow me to do activities so I wouldn't be bored all day in this place while he was at work. I decided just to throw them out. So I got up and found a marker, I wrote on one box 'Trash' and threw the pair of jeans in there.

I continue going through my clothes. I find some of Sir's too, no matter how much I liked the shirts, I still put them in the trash box. Eventually I taped up the first trash box and made a new one. I only put few things in my first keep box. When I got to the big box in the corner full of my accessories I finally stopped and actually took time to look through the stuff. There were few things I saw from my life before living with Sir. A family album went into the keep box. All the pictures Sir put into it with him and I would be ripped out once I got back to the hospital with the book. I placed the rest of my piercings and chokers and collars in the keep box. Making sure they were all ones that I liked and weren't ones that Sir made me wear.

Once I was done in this room, I taped up my second Trash box and my first keep box. I move to the closet for my shirts. Getting a new keep box ready. Most of my shirts I kept, the ones that were not savable I threw in my now third trash box. After an hour I finish. Sighing I wipe my head. I stand and gather my boxes. Shockingly the trash boxes weighed a lot, probably due to the clothes. I sigh out of annoyance, I hear a chuckle behind me and turn around to see a new boy. He's tall and has light brown hair, i'm not shocked by his presence. This must be the Jin, Jamey was talking about.

"Need some help carrying those down to the car?" He asks.

I stare at him not saying much. He gives off the same aura as Jungkook, Jimin's friend. Maybe they know each other? Nah, that's not possible.

"Ah, yeah, please." I say, handing him the box and picking up one I can actually carry with my small frame.

We start walking down the stairs to his car, and my mind wonders where Jamey is.

"Ah, while you were packing Jamey got a call and had to go into work. So i'll be the one to take you back to the hospital once we are done. Also Jamey told me to take you out for dinner since he wasn't able to. Maybe we can get to know each other then." Jin told me as we put the 'trash' boxes in the trunk.

I still didn't say anything and just nodded my head, he closed the trunk and we headed back up for a second trip.

"I'm not done packing, but you can sit on the..." I stop mid sentence, realizing what I was about to say.

A disgusted look took over my features and made Jin start to chuckle.

"Actually regard what I was about to say, don't sit anywhere. It's not safe, also try not to touch anything." I tell him grabbing a box and heading into the bathroom, a look of disgust crosses his face too which makes me smile.

I start putting my shower stuff and my bathroom stuff in the box. Once done I taped it up and labeled it 'Bathroom'. I took it out to the front area of the apartment where Jin stood near the door on his phone. He looks up at me, yet I grab a bigger box and sit on the floor in front of my TV stand. It's small but once I open the drawer all my movies lay in it. I start packing the movies in the box. Once all packed I tape it up and label what is in it. I move onto my books next and label it after taping it up. Once everything was done I wiped my hands on my jeans and looked around the place once more. I then realized something really important, I grabbed one of the small boxes and rushed off to the kitchen which was across from the living area.

Jin watched me as I kneeled next to the fridge and peeled part of the wall off. Behind it I stuffed the valuables in the box quickly, before Jin could even see what it all was. Once everything was out I taped the box and labeled it 'Important'. Then we took the five or six boxes to the car. All the trash boxes went to the dump right away and once we were done we dropped the keep boxes off at my small little storage unit Jamey provided me with. He and I were the only two with keys. I made sure to keep the photo album and the box labeled 'Important' in the car just incase. Once everything was done Jin took me to dinner at this small little diner I suggested.

It's one of my safe places, anytime I could escape father or Sir I would come here and eat food or just sit and stare out the window. The waiter, she is a nice woman, knew exactly what I wanted when we walked in. She came over and got Jin's order and then went off to the back where they cook the food. Jin and I were the only people besides two other people both at the bar. Jin looks at me as I keep a close eye on the men who look so familiar.

"So, you come here often?" Jin asks me.

"Not really. I've just been coming here for a long time." I tell him, smiling lightly before focusing my eyes back on the men.

The two are having a conversation. Our food comes and I start glancing up at them while Jin and I eat instead of conversating with Jin.

"So, how long have you been in the hospital?" Jin asks.

"Umm about two-ish weeks, give or take." I look at him.

He nods with a smile.