Troublemaker [[JHS]] ✔️

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I was getting bored of watching rubbish reruns on the TV and I wanted to get out of hospital. But I was still on suicide watch. They didn't trust me enough to leave and go back to school just yet. I felt fine, but obviously, they wanted to make sure I didn't try to off myself again.

My friends had come to see me whenever they could and Yoojun cried when she saw me. I couldn't help but feel guilty. I knew what I did was stupid and selfish but I didn't see a way out of those feelings. I had tried to kill my pain but it didn't work. I ended up hurting the people who cared about me.

Hoseok even cried and I never thought I would have seen that. Hana hated me. She came to see me once and then never came back. I wanted to apologise to her and I wanted her to hug me, but she refused to come to see me. I even wanted to ask about her skank of a sister but nope. Hana wasn't coming back to me and I didn't blame her.

The boys forgave me even when I didn't want it. I blamed myself for them looking like shit and Taehyung looked like he cried himself to sleep every night. Jimin cried in front of me and Jungkook did the same. Then I cried and then Taehyung cried and we were a mess. Taehyung's sister had to smack us in the back of the head to calm us down in the end. 

I sighed and threw the remote to the end of the bed with a huff.

"I'm so bored!" I whinged and the little old lady in the bed next to me laughed "Stop laughing old lady"

"That must have been the tenth time you have said that today," She chuckled, "Why not read a book?"

I looked at her with disgust "Do I look like the type of person to read a fucking book?"

"Now, now," She said, "A book is a magical thing. It takes you to a place that-"

"I'd rather watch reruns of Jeremy Kyle," I said and folded my arms "So...why are you in here? Get into a punch up with another granny?"

She laughed some more "If only it was that simple. Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't have a good fight"

"That I would like to see," I said.

"I was partial to a few fights in my younger years dear," She said, "But as I got older, I realised that people weren't worth it. I decided to become a good girl and that was what I did"

I sighed "If only it was that simple"

"Life is never simple, dear," She said, "If life was simple then it would be boring"

"Sometimes I wished I had a boring life," I said quietly, "Must have been nice to have a good life"

"My life only turned out good because I made it so," She said and looked over at me "I'm sure you will make a u-turn and everything will fall into place"

"When I think things fall into place, life seems to throw shit at me"

"That is what life is for. It makes you stronger and it helps you learn who you are. I remember back in college where things were great for me. I gave up fighting and I was on the way to become a social worker," She said "Even though I used to fight, I wanted to help others"

"What happened?"

She smiled and turned to look at me, making my eyes go wide "Someone threw acid in my face and blinded me"

"Holy shit," I whispered.

"That person was an old friend of mine," She said, "We had an argument over the smallest of things. Over a boy. I told her that I didn't want him and practically handed over my crush to her. We stopped talking and a few years later he dumped her because he didn't like her anymore"

"This is why I don't have girls for friends," I said, "But sometimes boys are more trouble"

"Yes, well she thought that I was the reason and followed me home one day and attacked me. I thought that was the end of me. I had lost my vision and I had lost my life. But, I changed when someone walked into my life," She smiled, "My husband was a great man. He lifted me up and made me the person I am today"

"Where is he?"

"Probably having a shit," She laughed and I couldn't help but smile "He normally comes around dinner time"

"Must be nice having someone so supportive," I said quietly, "I always chose the bad ones"

"I've only spoken to you for the last week but I can tell you this," She said, "Those friends of yours are real friends. They have stood by you in your darkest hour. They love you and you love them. However, you don't need to rely on a man to make you feel strong. Sometimes being alone is the best thing. You need to learn how to feel strong without a man to fall back on"

I sighed and laid back "Maybe you're right"

"I know I am right," She chuckled, "I may be old but I still have some life in me"

I smiled "Yeah. I can tell"

"Get some sleep, dear," She said yawning "Just don't snore. I may be blind but I can still hear"

I rolled my eyes "Yes, granny"

"Good girl," She said quietly and closed her eyes "I'm in need of a good nap anyway"

I smiled at her and rolled onto my side, pulling the cover over my head. I let out a small sigh and yawned. The old lady was right. A nap sounded like a great fucking idea. I needed it before my friends turned up and got told off for being too loud.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift off into a sleep. For once, I didn't have a nightmare and when I woke up a few hours later, I felt refreshed, but I was also desperate for a piss. I looked over at the little old lady who was snoring with her mouth wide open and I quietly walked to the toilet.

I did my business, washed my hands and there was a knock on the door. I tutted at the person being so damn impatient and I opened the door, my eyes going wide.

"Hello, Harley. Ami has been waiting to see you,"