Still in Jungkook's arms, I look at the diary, wondering what doc meant. It was a diary written by people who were like me. A diary, where every entry is penned down by a different person.
❝Let's read it together. And I'll do everything I can to mak...
I don't really know what to write. All of this was so sudden. Doc told me to fill an entry. I wonder why. What could she use this for? I have no idea.
I think I'll use the past tense because if anyone actually ends up reading this, I'll be long gone by then anyways.
I was an only child. I had never known my cousins as my parents shared bad relations with their family. I grew up alone. I was an extremely shy and introverted person. I was never able to muster up enough courage to make the first move. Neither did anyone else. Not because they were lacking courage but because no one wanted to be friends with the stuttering boy.
Yes, I used to stutter. A lot.
And unsurprisingly, there were not many people who had the patience to listen.
There were people who spoke to me. For their entertainment. For their fun. They used to laugh and tease me. I hated it. Yet some part of me was thankful, that at least they noticed me. At least I wasn't invisible to them.
Everywhere I went, I always had plenty of bullies. But never a single friend. I was always alone. My own parents found me as an annoyance. I tried. To survive. To keep fighting.
But one day, I just stopped.
Because I realised that I had nothing to fight for.
I was someone who was always alone. A mere single entity. No one cared. No one would miss me.
The second I stopped fighting, I fell into the black hole called depression.
I lost my drive to live. I didn't want to live anymore. I had no reason.
Doc here tried to help. But I was all too aware of the fact that one day she too would leave, leaving me alone again.
I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of everything.
I'm going to join you lovely Earth, I'm going to be a part of you. Receive me well.
I'm finally going to be a part of something that's wanted and beautiful.
Sweet diary, thank you for listening to me. Thank you for being my friend, albeit for the short span of fifteen minutes.
I wish you could talk. I wish you could love me. I wish you could tell me to stay.
Park Jimin.
A tear slips my eye as I look at Jungkook, who was sitting beside me. As I look at the very person who keeps telling me to stay.
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