Nobody Cares (VxBTS FF)

Chapter 4

I must've dozed off for a while because by the time I woke up it was pitch black outside. Looking over to my clock on my nightstand, I see that it reads 12:30. I think that I fell asleep around nine. Sighing, I sit up, not feeling tired at all anymore.

Walking out of the room, I look down the dark hallways and notice that the rest of the members doors are open. Frowning, I begin to head towards the stairs but stop midway down them when I see the members sitting on the couches while laughing at something on the TV. I recognize the movie that was on the screen, it's one of my favorites.

Just as I was about to go back up the stairs, I hear Jungkook begin to speak.

"Yah, did you guys see Taehyung hyung earlier? What the hell was up with him? He was acting all mopey and shit." Jungkook says and looks at the other members.

"He's been like that a lot lately. He's probably all depressed because he isn't getting all the attention. He's such an attention seeking whore. I really fucking hate him." Namjoon hyung says.

The rest of the members nod their heads in agreement. I feel a sharp pang in my chest and place a hand over my heart. Why does it have to hurt so much? I already know that they don't like me. Why do I let them get to me?

"Honestly, I wish he was dead. He's such a let down." Jimin hyung says.

Something inside of me snaps then. A great amount of anger rushes through me. I couldn't hold it back. Slamming my fist against the stair railing, the members jump and turn around to face me. I glare at them angrily.

"So is that how you all fucking feel! Alright then, if you want me dead so much then go ahead and kill me. I don't give a shit anymore. You all are awful anyway! I hope you all burn in hell!" I yell and whirl around. Heading back up the stairs.

I walk into my room and slam the door shut behind me.

Jungkook's POV.

We all jump once again when we hear Taehyung hyung slam his door shut. I look at the rest of the members with worry in my eyes.

Jimin hyung let's out a frustrated sigh and wracks his fingers through his hair, messing it up. "Shoot, he wasn't supposed to hear that. Now he's going to tell our manager!"

"If he does then we'll just have to teach him a lesson." Namjoon hyung says and shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly.

"Do you guys think he's okay? He seemed like he was pretty distressed." I ask worriedly.

"Who care's, I don't care what he does. He's just a freak, the world would be better off without him." Suga hyung says and goes back to watching the TV.

Taehyung's POV.

I stand in front of my bathroom mirror, holding a razorblade in my hands. For a second I don't recognize the seething person in the reflection. The man in front of me looks tired, tired of life. His eyes are glassed over and dark circles surround them. His lips are sealed tightly together in anger and his skin is pale. But then I realized it was me that I was looking at.

Where did things go wrong? How did I go so wrong? I don't even recognize myself anymore. I'm just this broken shell that lives through each day half dead and half alive.

Looking down at the razorblade in my hand, I nod my head to myself. If they want me dead so much, then I will gladly take my life. It's not like I have anything to live for anymore. I won't miss anything once I'm dead.

Walking over to the bathtub, I start up the water and make sure that it was warm. I wait a couple of minutes until the tub is filled with water before stepping in with my clothes still on. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I realize what I'm about to do. I'm going to take my life, for what? Because of some guys not liking me. Deal with it Taehyung and stop being a wimp. There's people in this world that are suffering way more than you are.

Standing up, I climb out of the bathtub, dripping wet. I walk over to my vanity and opened up one of the drawers, getting ready to put away the razorblade when I paused. One little cut won't hurt, right? It will just help me to feel a little bit better.

Lifting up my sleeves, I drag the blade across my wrist and watch as blood begins to pour out of the open wound. I let out a sigh of relief before putting the razorblade into the drawer, making sure to hide it just in case somebody decides to look through my things. Although I'm sure that they never will.

But you know, you can never be too safe.