Part 7

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Y/n's POV

I was heading to school early, I left a note for Jungkook and even made him breakfast. I didn't know how to repay him for comforting me the other night. I was nearly to school when the wheel of my wheelchair broke. I watched as the students my fellow classmates were laughing, and talking. It was the first time I actually took everything in, taking a deep breath, I reached into my pocket to call Tae. I searched my coat, pants, and backpack pockets, but couldn't find my phone. Sighing, I looked around only to see a truck barrelling towards me. I was only 2 blocks away from school when my life flashed before my eyes. It was like a wave of memories poured into my mind, I couldn't move. I didn't even feel the pain when the truck collided with my body. I watched as my body was lifted into the air like I was flying. It felt like I could finally relax, I had no fears, no regrets, maybe this is how I was meant to die. The smiles on the bystander's faces fell as they watched me fall onto the ground with a thud. The last thing I saw was the face of a little boy, the tears as they streamed down his face while he was holding my hand. The warmth of his fingers connecting with my pale cold face. I whispered my last words to him, with a smile on my face.

Y/n: th-ank y-ou.

I could hear were people screaming, sirens, and running footsteps. I lost the feeling in my legs, my fingertips were freezing. The cold breeze that swept through the streets landed on the tears that were running down my face, drying them.

Heart monitoring machine

My head was pounding, my eyes ached like I haven't opened them for a while. I tried opening my eyes, but it took a lot more strength than it normally does. I noticed I was in a hospital bed, you could hear the annoying beeping noise from the machines throughout the hall, and the intense rain coming from outside. I glanced over at the window, I loved the rain it soothed me. Looking down at the covers, I realized I had 2 lumps instead of legs. One cut of at the knee, while the other was near mid-thigh area. My eyes stung as I looked at what used to be the legs that I walked, ran and danced on. I was in mid thoughts when I Heard the door open, my head shot up watching as a man walked into the room. He sat down in the chair across from the bed and looked at me with worried eyes.

???: You're Lee Y/n, right?

Y/n: Yes? But, who are you?

???: I guess you don't remember me. It was a long time ago though so I understand. I'm your uncle. Uncle Ji-cheol.

Y/n: Ji-cheol? Oh! Uncle Ji-cheol, the last time I saw you was when I was 4.

Uncle: Jeez kid, you have a good memory. Youngjae told me about why you called him the other day.

My eyes widened.

Y/n: What about it?

Uncle: I know he helped you come here to Korea. He doesn't currently live with me, but he said that you could stay with him, while I take care of your parents.

Y/n: Really, he said that?

Uncle: Yes, but there's one thing I'm worried about.

Y/n: And what is that?

Uncle: What you're gonna do about your legs.

I was about to answer when a doctor came in and answered the question himself.

Doctor: She could get prosthetics, so she'll need a lot of physical therapy.

Uncle: Well she'll hav-

Y/n: I'll do it. I'm ready.

Time-skip - 2 months

I miss my friends back in Seoul. Taehyung, Hobi, Joon. And maybe even Jungkook. I can't believe that I just left them like that, but yet again I always leave people, because I don't want to hurt them. Even though I just met Jungkook the other day, I feel like we had a connection. But, I don't know if he could love a person like me. I'm insecure, ugly, I'm a not person anymore I'm just a problem, so I don't even get why people like me in general. I haven't even got to know Jungkook, but it feels like I've known him all my life. I thought he was gonna be a jerk when I first met him in the classroom, his dark eyes that gave me the shiver. But once he found me in that alley it really changed my perspective of how I saw him. He's just like me, someone who was hurting inside but didn't want to show it.

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