A Tough Life: bts insert (Slow Updates)

Chapter Eight: Apology

After a silent ten minute walk we were finally in front of our house. Hoseok said something about finally being home and how much his feet hurt but i didn't listen, just unlocked the door and left it open behind me for him to come in after me. Jimin got off of his seat from the couch asking what took so long. Telling us we were an hour late and why weren't we answering his texts or calls. While hoseok tried to calm the black haired boy i just pushed past him and headed to my room wordlessly. ignoring their calls after me I slammed the door to my room.  

I flipped face down onto my bed groaning. Im fucking tired. I thought to myself, I pulled out my phone to check the time. 11:12. 

I couldn't believe him. He threw the search to care to his addiction that he can't even atmet was a problem then acted like nothing happened. Did he even care? Why bother searching if he wasn't gonna take it seriously? Jungkook could be dead and he's probably in his room getting high.

Rolling onto my back I lifted a hand to my face and wiped the wetness from my cheeks that was falling onto the bed below me. "Fuck." I said softly, the tears didn't stop. Everything that was building up from the past couple of weeks came out all at once and it took all I could not to scream as bad as I wanted to, but that would bring unwanted attention to my room. So I just laid there and cried. Small sobs escaping every now and then being muffled by the hand covering my mouth.

Knock knock

I ignored the sound. Not wanting to be bothered by whoever was on the other side of that door.

KnockKnockKnock

"Go away!" I yelled, annoyed that they didn't get the message of my silence.

"But I'm tired." Soos monotone voice said through the door. "Its like 12:30. I want to sleep."

"Sleep somewhere else!" I yelled back. There are 2 other rooms and a couch she could sleep on. No reason she had to disrupt my depressive episode. "But-"

"I SAID FUCK OFF." I snapped picking up the closest thing to me, my phone, and throwing it at the door. Watching it slam into the door with a bang and clatter to the floor.

It was silent for a while before a mail voice said something, I couldn't make out who it was or what he said through the muffle of the door but it convinced soo to leave, as a second later I heard her soft footsteps leave the doorway. 

I flopped back onto the bed, feeling bad for snapping at soo. She just wanted to lay down.

Deciding I was emotionally and physically exhausted I turned to my side and closed my eyes. Tears still running down my face as I fell asleep.

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I woke up feeling like shit.

Crying yourself to sleep isn't a nice feeling. My throat hurt from keeping my sobbing under control, my eyes stung,and my head was pounding. on top of that, my feet hurt from all the walking I did and my lip was swollen from worrying it between my teeth all night.

But despite all that I feel worse mentally than physically. 

I got pissed at hoseok and probably made him feel like crap by shunning him the entire time home after he bought me food and apologized a thousand times. And I blew up a soo for wanting to lay down in her own bed in her own room because I was crying. I was a bitch all afternoon and I felt horrible about it.

I sat up with a groan, clutching my head as it pulsed. I needed to apologize.

Dragging myself out of bed I sulked to the door, bending down to pick up my phone, witch was Lucky unharmed by being thrown at the door, and checked the time. 11:21