(Completed) Suicidal| Yoonmin

Suicidal take 14

It's been weeks, and Yoosung still hasn't gotten over Jimin.
During those weeks of their breakup, me and Jimin have been hanging out more, and now, I hosently consider him a friend, something I've never had before.

My sister gives me even dirtier glares, since I don't really hide the fact that I hang out with Jimin.

Jimin's been avoiding her though. Every time he was here Yoosung seemed to be here too, always in a too short dress, in makeup, with other boys, which I'm assuming was to make him jealous.

The only thing he was he was jealous of was the body's of the boys she brought over.

I dropped out of highschool, Jimin saying that it was better for me since the bullying only got worse and worse, and nobody did anything to help.

Jimin said that he would help me get education somewhere else, since my sister practically hates me now.
Ever since Jimin came around, the urge to cut filled me up less and less.

For Jimin, the urge to hang himself happened less and less.
We were both helping each other. Slowly, but surely.

"I want you to meet my group of friends." Jimin tells me, making me look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh, why? I already have you?"
He laughed, making butterflies appear in my stomach.
God he's just so lovable.

"They're the ones who made me a better version of myself, and I think they'll be able to help you too."
I think about his suggestion, thinking about the pros and cons.

"Ok, sure. I'll meet them."
Jimin hugs me, making my cheeks grown warm at the suddenly contact.
"Thanks Yoongi!! In no time we'll both be able to live happy lives!! Isn't that great??" He says enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I want to be even more happy than I already am. I want to become less suicidal."
I say, making a goal for myself.

"Same. Would it be good if we went to them now? I know it's on sudden notice, but I texted them an hour ago and said that in an hour they'll meet you." He says, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

"It's fine, I was going to ask you if you would like to take a walk, but we already have plans, so let's go." I say.
We both get off my bed. I get a hoodie while I hand Jimin an extra one, pulling it over my white t-shirt.

Jimin did the same, putting his on over his shirt.
We walk out of my room and down the stairs.
We approach the front door, and we get our shoes, putting them on.

We then hear wet sounds, and we gag, hurriedly opening and closing the front door.

suicidal

Lynn~~