Don't leave me

Part 1

-No ones POV now.- (this book isn't something I may work on a lot because the other books. Don't worry I'm working hard on all the books.)

Kim Taehyung, second youngest in BTS at the very well known highschool Seoul high. His group is famous for singing, dancing, rapping, vocals, and looks. The boys are very fond of each other but Taehyung fell for the maknae of their group. Though Jungkook has a girlfriend he knows very well about his hyung liking him and likes him back but will never admit it aloud to anyone except maybe his hyungs Jimin or J-Hope. Taehyung tries his best to smile every day while he silently suffers because his family mistreats him and hurts him. He can't find a way out so he started to cut and go down a suicidal path that his hyung Jimin notices and tried to talk him back off the ledge and when it doesn't work Jimin talks to everyone about it so Jungkook takes his action.

-Now we're in Taehyungs POV-

Another morning, like every single one ever for me. I woke up with pain everywhere from my father being drunk last night. I had to protect my little siblings from him at all costs so I'd take any beating he threw at me. I'd stand my ground for good. I hurried and got dressed for school like every single day, anything to cover the bruises was fine and this time I hoped no one saw them in the dancing.

When I arrived to school Jimin rushed over to me and smiled at my outfit.

Jimin- "Finally taking my advice? It looks good on you so don't worry."

I shrugged, everyone knew I didn't care about my looks, somehow girls were always leaving my love letters and a few guys too but never the one I liked so I played it cool and ignored them. I went to my locker and carefully opened it while letters came falling. I caught them all from hitting the floor and sighed a bit in relief, everyone was screaming excitedly and rushing to me and Jimin.

??- "Taehyungie oppa! You're so cool!"

Jimin- "Can we get some room? It's early in the morning. Yes he caught all those which is pretty incredible but he's probably very tired since it's morning. I thought you guys heard to keep your distance so we can live normaly too?"

Scolding them for me? Yep. That's my best friend Jimin for you. All the others left and Jimin walked with me to class since it was just literary writing. We wrote stories and poems, the one we were working on now was to explain a mental disease that wasn't contagious. Like anxiety or depression or suicide. I drew depression out of the box and now I had to write about it which was easy and no one would think anything of it because it as my choice of poem.

Mrs. Kie- "Taehyung, You come up first okay?

I nodded and got up, walking past Jimin and Jungkook as I went to the front and everyone looked up. I was glad Jungkook did because he gave a very very soft smile of support as a friend.

Taehyung- "What I drew from the card box was depression. I wrote examples of what it is as a thing and not as what someone would call it if they'd never met someone who they knew was suffering it."

Jungkooks smile faded and he looked at me like he was curious now.

Taehyung- "Depression. In one word you can describe it as dark, or feeling a bit broken, or sadness even. Though what you don't see is beyond those words it is like it's a battle for every single breathe and time you wake up but you're no longer winning. It's like being sad all of the time and having no reason to be sad at all. Depression isn't just sadness, it's feeling like you're worthless and nothing you ever do will mean a thing to anyone, or like your in an ocean and drowning while everyone else is swimming just fine and not caring about the fact you're dying."

Mrs. Kie- "Good job Taehyung, you got really in tune there. Do you know the cures?"

Taehyung- "People say that there's a cure, but it's like smoking or drinking. If you can't control it, it will control you. Once you've fallen you can't get up and even when you start to it pulls you back down. If you start to recover you will relapse over and over again, there's really no point trying to save yourself if it'll all be worthless in the end."

Everyone clapped but Jimin and I made eye contact, he looked worried at my statement as I walked past Jungkook and sat beside Jimin without another word. At lunch I went to the rooftop alone and leaned over the edge to look. I heard the door open but didn't budge until a hand touched my lower back and I looked back to see Jungkook. He sat down and looked at me but neither of us spoke for a second.

Jungkook- "You knew a lot about depression in the first class this morning."

I chuckled softly and looked at the view again.

Taehyung- "I had a lot of time to look it up. I also talked to a few people who suffer or have suffered."

Jungkook- "You sounded like you have it. Do you?"

While my mind screamed for me to say"Yes, please. Please save me." my lips spoke.

Taehyung- "If I did would I be able to stand so close to an opportunity to kill myself without taking it?"

Jungkook- "Fair point I guess. Want to know what mine is since my speech is tomorrow?"

I lifted my head softly to tell him go ahead and speak. I'm all ears.

Jungkook- "Mourning or grief."

I looked at him.

Taehyung- "So, what exactly is grieving then?"

We both knew I knew it all to well since my mother had died protecting me and my sister was with us that day.

Jungkook- "Putting it simply, it's a way that you hold on to someone or something. Your love wants to hold them close to you. There isn't a way to get over it because like depression it's like being addicted to something. You can get over it in a way but it's always there below the surface."

Jungkooks phone rang and he smiled softly.

Jungkook- "Soo-Ah. Hey you. Me? I'm..."

He looked at me and the roof but I stayed silent and he knew I wanted space so he walked past me.

Jungkook- "On my way. I was in the bathroom."

Hearing her name leave his lips with a smile seemed to burn me as tears fell from my eyes. Not because he had a girlfriend, or anything like that. I cried because everything hurt and I was starting to loose this war of living.