The Faulty Ones

Chapter 9| The End?

Life’s precious. What will you do with it?

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Taehyung woke up in the bathtub. His eyes lazily opened, his vision blurry and not focused. As he sat up he quickly grabbed the back of his neck, pain shooting through his neck from sleeping on the hard cold surface. Taehyung let out a grunt as his back cracked loudly. His body was sore and hurt from just the slightest movement. Once he got over the pain he slowly and carefully got out of the tub and sat on the floor, leaning against the tub, not able to go any further.

His eyes shifted to his jeans that laid on the floor. He crawled over to them and searched the pockets. A flicker of hope lit up inside his dark shattered body. His fingers curved around a cold rectangular object. He pulled it out to see his phone. 

Taehyung turned it on . . . only it wouldn’t turn on. The black screen stood, it reflecting the image of the guy that held it, in despair and agony. The little bit of hope he had vanished from within him.

Taehyung flipped his phone over to see the battery missing.

“They should have just taken my whole damn phone,” Taehyung muttered. “Making me hopeful.”

Taehyung tilted his head back, clenching his jaw as he brought his knee up to his chest. He rested his arm on his knee, his other hand holding his phone. Taehyung moved his head to the side as he stared at the wall in front of him with fire in his eyes, biting his tongue. Anger consumed him, not being able to get out of his situation made him heat up. Without thought, he threw his phone at the wall, metal and glass flying back at him.

“Fuck.” Taehyung let out a sigh.

Taehyung pulled out his small black book from the other pocket of his jeans. He opened it to the middle of his book where he had a pencil placed. Taking the pencil into his hand, he started writing.

Life. It’s such an interesting thing. You’re born and you grow up with a good or bad life. There wasn’t an in-between. You may have good or bad days, but one always overruled the other. And you couldn’t always decide which side of the spectrum you got. Someone else controlled that. Who? I honestly don’t even know anymore, and I don’t know if I ever will. Just when my life was starting to free itself from the messy web that trapped it, I started to get tangled deeper within the soft but strong stringy material instead of continuing to untangle from it. 

The light that lit up the small black hole in me was starting to dim as the hole was growing again. When it was just starting to seal itself it reopened. I hated it. All the work, the construction it took to patch it up was becoming pointless.

Death. It was something I wanted to be in control of, but he didn’t even want me to have that pleasure. He wanted my death to be by something else. I was never in control of my life. But I’m not going to let it happen. If I shall die then it’ll be by my own hands.

If I don’t make it, I love you Namjoon and Yoongi. You guys been there through my worse and continued to stick around. I couldn’t have asked for better friends.

Yoongi, you’re a stubborn man. You’re harsh on me but I know it’s just because you care. You always wanted me to do my best and improve myself. I wished I paid more attention to you as you did for me. You worry more about others than your own self. You always thought I could do it when I didn’t. I’m sorry I could never do that. I’m sorry I couldn’t shape myself in the way you wanted.

Namjoon, you made me find myself and want to live again. I appreciate everything you did for me. Even though you might think you’re the cause of my current situation, which may be the slightest smallest tiniest bit true, don’t be hard on yourself about it because I don’t see it that way. You didn’t this was going to happen and I was just doing a simple favor and I owe you so much more. Just don’t dwell or worry about it. Please? For me? For if you were the one to go out then you would probably be in my position right now. And in that case, I’m glad I got you that milk. Who would have thought the cause of my death would be because of me buying a jug of milk? I know you would want me to fight for my life, but what’s the point? I could be killed in the matter of seconds. I think that’s the worst thing about my situation. Being unknown of what’s going to happen and when. I would rather be the cause of my death than let them have the satisfaction of doing it.