Don't Leave Me (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

Namjoon's POV

-TRIGGER WARNING-

I excitedly walked up to the house, ready to show Bambi the song we wrote for her. I think that she'll like it a lot. I can't wait to see her face when she listens to it. She has always supported my passion for music and loved every song I bring to her. She is one of the only people that are brutally honest about my music and knows exactly how to help me when I need it. She is always the most excited to listen to the finished product. She's asked me multiple times to write a song about her. I can't wait to finally have her listen to her song.

I quickly go up the stairs to her room. "Ow, shit," I say as I trip on a step. How the hell did I get so freakin' clumsy? When mom and dad get back from their vacation, I'm blaming it all on mom. I get up and continue my journey to her room.

"Hey, Bambi, guess what?...oh." She locked her door. She must be in the shower.

"I guess I'll have to wait," I mumble to myself. I hate waiting. I wanted to show her as soon as I got home, It's a good thing she takes quick showers. I'll just have to wait for 10 minutes.

I went back 10 minutes later to find her door still locked. I decided to just knock on her door. "Hey peg legs are you still in the shower?" No response. I guess she must still be in the shower. I'll come back later.

I decided to go back 30 minutes later. "Yo, are you still in the damn shower? Hurry up, I'm excited!" I walked back to my room and waited for her to come out.

...Okay so it's been about an hour and now I'm worried. I go back to her room for the millionth time and knock on the door once again. "Hey, Bambi? Are you alright? I know that I've been knocking on your door a lot, but I really want to show you something. I have a big surprise. You'll like it I promise!" Still nothing. Maybe I should call her.

I went to my room and grabbed my phone. Walking back to her room door, I called her, faintly hearing her ringtone. As I get closer to the room, I hear it loud and clear, as if it is on the other side of the door. Weird, she usually has it with her in the bathroom...

Something in my gut is telling me that something is wrong. I need to break into her room. I walk back, then run to her door and slam my shoulder into the door to break it. I fail and fall onto the floor, clutching my throbbing shoulder. "AH SHIT" I get up and start thinking about what else I could do. I look down at my foot. Should I kick it instead? I imagine myself trying, and breaking my foot, ultimately deciding against it. What else should I try?

Fire extinguisher.

I run downstairs to grab the fire extinguisher from under the kitchen sink and run back up, without tripping this time. I hold the extinguisher by its middle and start slamming it on top of her doorknob. I try once, twice, and third time, and the next thing I know, there's a mixture of liquid and gaseous carbon dioxide spraying all over me while the nozzle moves wildly in the air. I was able to stop it after a rough 5 minutes.

"Okay, bad idea." How the hell am I supposed to get this damned door open? I bang on the door one last time, and something falls on my head from the door frame of the door. I look at it and it's the FUCKING KEY TO THE ROOM! I'm so stupid!

I grab it and unlock her room. I walk in and immediately go to her bathroom door. "Hey Bambi, are you in here?" I don't hear anything, not even the shower. I look around her room and notice her phone on her bed. Under her phone, I find a sheet of paper. I curiously open and read it. In it, I find her handwriting and even a few wet splatters of what looks like tears and blood. As I read on, the letter goes from lighthearted jokes to serious and depressing. My chest tightens as I read on. The bottom of the page reads: I'm sorry, but I have to float away and disappear.

A few of my own tears find their way onto the paper as I finish reading her letter. I frantically drop the letter and run back to the bathroom, banging on the door.

"BAMBI?? BAMBI ANSWER ME! PRINCESS PLEASE! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" I yell as I pound my fist on the door. The key to the bathroom falls on the floor. I grab it and open the door to see her drowning in bloody water. "BAMBI!" I run over to her, slipping on the water that had spilled on the floor. As I violently slam into the side of the bathtub, I caress her face, trying to find any signs of life. She is almost as cold as the dead and the water is even colder. "Baby, no no no. Come on, come back, princess. COME ON BAMBI! Come back... please..."

No...

Wait, my phone.

I whipped out my phone from my pocket and dial 112.

"112, what's your emergency?"

"Please help, my sister is unconscious in the bathtub. We live at *** *** ****. Please hurry... please."

"Alright, please stay calm, help is on the way."