Nobody Cares (VxBTS FF)

Chapter 8

It's been three weeks since I attempted to end my life. Everyday consisted of therapy upon therapy, question upon question. I knew that if I didn't pretend to be fine, then I wouldn't be let out of the hospital. So during the last week, I pretended to open up to the therapists. I pretended that I was fine. Even though I'm not even close to being it.

The members of BTS haven't visited me since the day I was admitted. They've tried, but I always told the nurse to send them away. After a while they stopped trying, which, doesn't surprise me even the slightest.

Today I am finally being sent back home. They made me promise to go to therapy every Monday. Gross, I hate therapy. It's annoying. A person just sits in the same room as you and probes you to speak for an entire hour. It's fucking annoying.

I'm currently packing up my stuff from my room. I had been sent to the Psyche Ward after a couple of days of being in the ER.

A nurse stands in the room with me, watching me pack up my stuff. Her name is Ara, she's the only person that I like in this damned place. She's also the only one that's nice to me. Everybody else are complete a-holes. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I was a moody bitch when I first came in here and cussed at everyone and insulted them.

"Are you excited to go back home? I bet all of your friends are excited to see you again." Ara asks with a gentle smile on her face. Oh how much I am going to miss that beautiful smile. She truly is a pretty girl.

I force a smile on my face that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "Yeah, I am really excited! I missed my fans and my members so much!" I lie.

She looks around for a second before walking over to me. She holds out a piece of paper to me and raises a finger to her lips. "Sshh I'm not supposed to give patients my personal number, but I'm giving it to you just in case. I will always be here for you, Taehyung. If you ever need anything, just give me a call."

I take the paper and shove it into my pant pocket. "Alright, I will. Noona, thank you for everything. I don't think I would've survived in this place without you."

She giggles and nods. "Well, are you ready to go. There's a van waiting outside for you. I'll walk you out."

Grabbing my paper bags full of my belongings, I follow her out of my room. We walk down the hall to two metal doors. She slips her badge through the keypad slot. The door makes a clicking noise and she opens them.

I follow behind her closely as we exit from the Psyche Ward. Some people look at me as I walk by, fangirling or fanboying over me. Some give me questioning looks and others look at me in pity. I have a feeling that I am going to be seeing that a lot in everyone's eyes, pity. I hate it.

They all feel bad for the broken idol who attempted to take his life. I feel bad for myself too, if only I had succeeded in killing myself. I wouldn't have to face any of this right now.

We make it to the huge lobby of the hospital, where there's a bunch of coughing sick people. She stops in front of the main entrance and turns back to me, the same gentle smile on her face.

"Well, there's your van Taehyung. Please take care of yourself." she says and pulls me into a brief hug.

I can't really hug her back because I'm holding my stuff so I just rest my head on her shoulder. She backs away and gives me one last smile before walking back into the hospital. Taking in a deep breath, I exit through the front entrance and head towards the long black van.

The door opens to reveal a smiling Jungkook. Immediately I felt my heart sink. Why are they here?