I Hate Her | Park Jimin

⚠CHAPTER NINE

warning...

draft.

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"Bye." Jisoo and Lisa waved at you as you got in the bus.

You were getting worried at Jisoo. She is so pale and skinny, must be from playing games till morning, she might've skip eating too.

But why is she being like this?

Is she...Is she...

Depressed?

No. Jisoo can't be depressed, she is a strong woman. No one even messes with her as their afraid with her. No one bullies her but why would she be depressed?

No, no. She is not depressed. I am not a psychologist to tell her she is.

You took a deep breath and thought, 'she will be fine, she is strong, I know it.'

You arrived home. After you eat dinner you headed to your bedroom.

Depression hadn't hit you now as you were so happy about Lisa and Jisoo to be depressed now. You lay down your bed feeling tired for the whole day activities. A minute later you were asleep.

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Y

ou woke up with the constant ring of you phone.

You rubbed your eyes still feeling sleepy.

This call better be very important. I'm having a goodnight and someone has to disturb it.

You saw it was Lisa calling. You answered the call and press the phone on your ear.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

You grimace as her loud voice hit your ears. "Lower you voice, what is it?"

"Y/N..." You can hear her sobbing.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Jisoo..."

"What about her?" Your heartbeat quickens as you started to feel nervous, something in you is feeling heavy.

"Jisoo...she...she commited suicide."

"What?! I-I...what?" You drop your phone as you felt your body's energy gone. You felt numb as you look at the wall in front of you.

It's so fucking late. Too late.

"Y/N..." You heard Lisa calling out.

Your nose scrunched as you tried to stop your tears, but their stubborn and fall, hard, one by one, till they can never be stop.

You moce out your bed fast and run to your bathroom. Opening the cabinet and picking up the blade.

You stare at your reflection.

It should've been me and not Jisoo.

Lisa needed her, her family needed her, while I'm obviously the useless one here.

Jisoo...it shouldn't be her, it should be me.

Me! Me should be the one dead!

Me!

Me that is useless!

Me that is nothing!

Me that is no one!

Me!

I should be me! I should be in the hospital now, not her!

You aligned the blade on your wrist, the veins popping as you formed a fist in your (right/left) hand.