Part 9 (Yoongi pov):

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The next morning I woke up by my alarm. Luckily, my door was closed and my parents were not yet home as they were away. My head hurt a little but it was the hangover. I got up and started cleaning the empty, broken bottle and a small puddle of blood. I checked on my arm and wrist. There were a few cuts but they had stopped bleeding. A little dried blood was there and I washed it up. It stung but I did this to myself. I knew I was destroying myself but it was okay. I mean not okay but, I did not care, I kind of gave on myself. I went and got dressed for school.

At school, everything was a blur. Honestly, I got to school and classes whizzed by and I was at my job and finally home. I did not have the energy to do anything or attend music competitions. I was just working on lyrics on the side for now- but as for now my mind was sometimes full of thoughts and sometimes I just went blank and numb and felt nothing. I felt like I was simply existing not even living. A corpse that breathed. I never had any fun, smiles, or joy anymore.. and nobody even cared.

Actually wrong.... every time I went to school I thought maybe Y/n, of anyone, may potentially care. She tapped on me many times throughout the week sometimes I felt bad for shutting her down and behaving coldly but my mind was a mess and she did not know me and maybe she was genuinely trying to help. Or maybe she was just tapping me to get my attention because she wanted my help on the project but just wanted to get it over with? I did not know of she cared truly or just wanted my help. Either way, I appreciated the small gesture of her asking me how I was.

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