Yoonmin - Tattoo {Anorexia}

Day 11: Jackass

 

Jimin 

*Jackass - a stupid person, a male ass*

Eyes.

Everywhere.

But where are the eyes that have looked at my text messages?

Where are the fingers that have typed their replies?

Where is the thumb that has clicked on send?

They didn't just delete the contact, they blocked it. 

It could be texting me this whole time and probably assumes that I'm ignoring it.

It has to be someone at this school. The texter told me it goes to the same school.

''We got English,''

That voice...

I look around and notice I'm in the P.E changing room.

''I...know,'' 

''Everything alright?'' 

Why does he still talk to me? I guess I haven't made it clear that I do NOT want him to be breathing the same air as me. I was about to yell at his face or just roll my eyes and walk out, but-

That voice. It sounds broken. Like he had just cried. 

I stare into his eyes and nod slowly. He indeed has.

''You cried,'' 

It slips my mouth faster than expected. I guess I'm just stuck in another ''thinking out loud'' episode.

''I know,''

''Why?'' I say rather not monotoned. Not like I care. My voice is just a little hoarse this morning, tsk.

''Why do you keep looking thinner?'' He asks me shaking.

All glass shatters to the ground.

Without thinking twice, I hit him.

I fist him.

I slap him.

I punch him.

I hurt him.

And I walk out like I don't care.

But trust me, I think that I did care ...