Lost

Chapter 8

Jasmin P.O.V

Back at Suckool....Chemistry Class

"Remember class, to convert from grams to molecules you need to convert to moles first. You will also need to memorize Avogadro's number to be able to convert to molecules or atoms."

*RING*

"Okay, that is all for today. Do not forget that you have your test next Thursday on stoichiometry! You are now dismissed." our Chemistry teacher said, struggling to be heard through all the shuffling of desperate students.

I walk out of the classroom and as I look to my right I see Taehyung looking at me. When we made eye contact and so I stuck my tongue out at him. He shows me his box smile before turning away quickly to talk to his friends. I just continued walking making my way out like any normal day. Stupid me I didn't see those fangirls put their leg out and so I tripped. I knew I was going to fall so I just shut my eyes tightly. I was waiting for the pain, but I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see the last person I wanted to see....Min Yoongi. And toooooooooooo close to my faceu.

"Gwenchanayo?" he asked looking deep into my nonexistent soul.

"Do I look dead to you?" I sarcastically answered him.

"Yeah with those eye bags, swollen eyes, and bruises you have" he said with a serious tone eyeing the bandages from that night. I wasn't sure if he was answering back to my sarcasm or actually being serious. Yet me being I, I never know when to stop.

"Yeah for all you know I could be a zombie. Now let me go before I eat your brain." I realized he was still holding me and it was making me really uncomfortable that I noticed I was short of breath.

He let go quickly as I said that. I take my chance to run away for the thousand time.

"Yah! Aren't you going to say thank you for saving your ass?!" he yelled behind me.

Without turning back I yelled back, "Well no one asked you to do so." and left home.

BACK AT HOME

I am having dinner by myself, part of the same routine of everyday. I wake up, go to school, come back home, do homework, and eat dinner. The only exciting part of my day is at night when I get to work on my music. Usually the silence of my home is comforting. However, today it made me kind of sad. At this point I keep reflecting while playing with my food. I knew I wasn't going to eat so I just put the food into the fridge and headed to my room.

I log on to my soundcloud to find myself bombarded with notifications. These days I have been gaining popularity with my music. I couldn't care less of how popular I have become. What I am most focused on is that people are actually liking my songs and are enjoying them.

I felt motivated to write and so I take my little notebook where I keep my lyrics out of my backpack and begin to write. I write while listening to other artists on soundcloud.

How far down can we go

Till we hit the cold hard floor

We can't let this get too far oh no

We are tired of getting hurt

Sticks and stones have broke our bones

Bruises and scars are getting old

I know the times can get rough

It can get bloody

It can get shitty

Bring us down to our knees

Make us shed all those tears

But now we are

Lost in forever never look back

Let the world fall to our feet

Lost in our world may we go far

Continue to fight till the end of time

We go on and on and on

Forever

[A/N These are actually my lyrics]

As I finished writing I heard the doorbell ring. I checked the clock and it marked 11:49pm. It was very late at night and I decided to ignore it. After all I wasn't waiting for anyone. Whoever was at the door must have realized what I was doing and so they began banging loudly on my door. I got scared, but decided to go check who in their right mind came to ruin my night. I reach the door and peak through the hole to see two men in black clothing, almost blending in the night. They looked so sketchy that as much as I wanted to ignore them, the loud ruckus they were causing made me have to answer them.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Is this Jasmin Gonzalez' residency?" he asked back with a question.

"No I am sorry you have mistake my home for someone else's. Please do not disturb me and my neighborhood again in the manner you did, sir." I replied pretending to be an older woman.

"But ma'am we are certain that this is the right place."

Shit. What do I do?

"Please it is very late already. I do not want any trouble."

"You know what? Open up ma'am. We demand to speak with you in person rather than over a door. You can't play tricks with us, Jasmin."

Crap. They realized I played them. At this point the only thing left for me is to run.

I pulled the nearest furniture over the door and dashed upstairs. I grabbed my backpack and stuffed my computer, notebook, wallet, uniform, three days worth of clothes, and other few essentials I could manage to fit. I heard then a bang downstairs and assumed the door got busted and they were coming to get me. I pulled my desk and drawer over the door to block the door and buy me some time. I opened my window and jumped out into the night.

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Guess who is back after over a year! Sorry for the loooooooong wait. 

Who is chasing her?!

-JG