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I wearily wash my face and comb out my hair, my strength slowly leaving my body. I put down the comb and start to walk back to my bed. "Maybe I just need some sleep.." I think to myself. Slowly walking back to my bed, the walls start to spin, everything becoming dizzy.

Fuck, find something to hold onto. Something, ANYTHING!

Unable to find anything on time, my weak body drops to the floor, making a loud 'BANG!'

Only thing I remember after that is Jin running into my room.

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"Yoongi? Yoongi wake up! Yoongi, please, wake up." I hear someone's voice say to me, before everything is muffled out.

Everything is black. That is, until I see a light very far away. "What's over there?" I mumble to myself. As I walk over there though, I feel someone grab my wrist.

"Please.. Don't leave me. Don't leave to heaven yet." I hear someone say. I turn to see a man. A man with red hair. It seems to be that he's been crying for a long time. Puffy, red eyes, his hair all messed up, tears on his face. I wipe one of them away.

Gaining enough confidence, I talk to him. "W.... Where are we?" I ask him. He hugs me tightly, like I was his family.

"We're both here because we both can choose to go back to life, or go to heaven. I've been here for a long time, to wait for someone else to come. I've tried to convince so many people to come back with me, but no one does. So please, please, PLEASE, don't go to heaven. Please come back with me. Come back to Earth with me." He says to me, his voice cracking every now and then.

I sigh. "Alright. I'll come back with you. But, please, will I see you again?" I ask him. He touches my hand and lots and lots of memories come back to my mind. "Hobi." I whisper.

"I hope so. I guess we were good friends before. I hope we'll see each other again." He says to me. He smiles at me with his entirety, as he grabs my hand and runs towards Earth. "Come on! Let's go."

I smile at him and run back as well, when I reach there, a big flash blinds my eyes. I close my eyes, and when I open them once again, I see Jin and two other people in the room.

"Yoongi? Yoongi! Ah, you're awake!" I hear Jin exclaim. I look around me. Gray walls, wooden floor, white bed, yep. I was still in the mental hospital. I look towards the other two in the room.

"W.. why are they here?" I ask Jin, pointing to the two people.

"Yoongi, your mother and brother heard that you collapsed on the floor again. They came to check up on you." Jin says to me as my face scrunches up in disgust.

"Like they'd care." I face away from them.

"Yoongi hyung, please. We really do wanna see you again. It wasn't our choice for you to be here." Yonha says to me. I chuckle.

"That's not what the doctor said." I mumble. Yonha walks towards me.

"Hyung, please, just let us check up on you." Yonha touches me and I look at him. His face is with worry. "D.. did you stop eating? You're too skinny." All his emotions leave his face, as he touches my arm.

"I'm sorry Yonha. Please, go away and forget about me, will ya?" I say to him with the amount of strength I have left in my body. "Please, when you do, promise me one thing." Tears streaming down his face, he nods. I grab his hand and caress it. "Please don't become like me. Please don't end up like me. Promise me you'll live a happy life, okay? Yoongi hyung isn't in the best state of mind right now, so please.. Be happy. For me." I smile at him as Mom comes to his side.

"Yonha, can you go outside for a little bit? I have to talk to Yoongi in private." He nods as he and Jin leaves. "Yoongi, please listen to me." He holds my hand.

"What really happened? Did what the doctor say is true?" I ask her. She sighs.

"He did have my permission to let you be here. I knew that you needed to heal, and I though it was best if you came here for a while. What else did he tell you?" I tell her what the doctor said, word for word. No sugarcoating anything. "Well that little bastard. I told him to tell you that I hope that you'll be able to survive to your adult years, and that you'll be happier. Not what he said. Yoongi, when me and Yonha heard about what happened, we were more worried about you than your father. So when the doctor came to us about it, we knew that we weren't going to be able to pay to hospital bills, so we let you come here. This mental hospital, Sonyeon Happy, is a non-profit organization. We didn't have to pay. So, we let you stay here. So you could get the help you needed. We love you Yoongi, we really do." Mom says to me, carressing my hand the entire time.

"I love you too, Mom. But, do you ever remember someone named Jung Hoseok?"

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