Here's My Number

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Y/n

Why hasn't he called yet?

It's almost ten. Jimin hasn't called you at all since he left the house. Not once.

You would brush it off and think maybe Sharon just took his phone from him or something, but something in your gut tells you otherwise. You have a really bad feeling.

"Still nothing?" mom asks. You purse your lips, looking at your phone. "Nothing," you reply. "I-I'm worried. He said he would call me. He promised."

"Maybe he can't."

You stand up abruptly, pushing your chair backward loudly.

"I have to go check on him," you say. "We-we need to go to Sharon's house now."

Mom stands up. "Honey, I'm sure he'll be okay. It's not like Sharon can kill him or anything."

You shake your head. You grab your phone and shove it into the back pocket of your jeans. "No. I need to check on him. Now. Something's not right."

Mom furrows her eyebrows, then stands up out of her chair.

"I'll go with you. Let's just go see if we can find out what's going on, then come back."

You nod, satisfied. Your shoes and coat are already on. You started to feel sick to your stomach about an hour ago before the sun set, so you put them on just in case.

Mom hurries to the front door to put her shoes on. You open it and step outside. Mom follows after you closely. You lead the way down the sidewalk and turn right at the end of your street. You can hear sirens in the distance and the wind blowing the bare trees. The crickets singing their night tunes and the cars on the highway.

You realize, as you pass one street, that the police sirens are getting closer. You wonder if someone nearby got hurt or something. You can see the blue and red and white lights flashing.

"Huh," mom says. "Funny. Nothing ever really happens around here."

You swallow as the sirens grow louder by each second and the pieces in your mind start to fit together.

What if Jimin is not okay?

The sirens get louder.

Suddenly the sirens are louder than ever, and two police cars speed past you on the road, followed by an ambulance. The sick feeling in your stomach becomes more intense and your heart pounds in your chest.

The emergency vehicles turn on Jimin's road.

"Mom that's the street Jimin lives on!"

"It could be for anyone."

You break into a sprint and hurry to Jimin's street, breezing past all the houses, fear rising like bile in your chest.

The police cars brake in front of Jimin's house. The ambulance parks at the curb and the trunk doors bust open.

Three police men and a police woman get out of their cars and rush into the house. You gasp and hurry faster toward it. You have to get to Jimin.

When you finally make it to the front lawn, you watch as three EMTs hop out of the trunk of the ambulance and roll out a gurney. They rush toward the front door.

The police woman with one of the men walk out with a screaming Sharon in hand cuffs. Then Mikey walks out.

You stop in your tracks. Where's Jimin?

You begin to walk slowly closer to the house.

The last two policemen walk out of the house. They're holding Jimin up, helping him limp over the threshold. You gasp in horror.

Jimin's face is bloody and so is the rest of him. He has no shirt on. The bandages are gone. There is something sticking out of his chest. Mom catches up to you, panting. "Y/n..." she trails. She gasps. "Oh my god! Is that him?"

"Jimin!" You scream. You run as fast as you can toward him. But a pair of strong arms encloses around you and holds you back.

"No! No let me go!" You scream. "Jimin!"

"Hey! Hey calm down. It's me, Mikey."

The cops help lift Jimin onto the gurney. Then he is rushed toward the ambulance. You break free from Mikey and try to run to Jimin, but Mikey grabs your arm and yanks you back.

"Y/n! No! We have to let them do their job!"

"No! Let me go! Mikey let me go!"

Mikey doesn't let go. And the trunk of the ambulance closes. Mikey turns you around and pulls you into his chest. "It's okay," he mutters. "He'll be okay."

"N-No he-he won't," you sob. Your face is covered in tears. You can't breathe. You can hear as the ambulance drives away. "You-you can't pro-pro-promise me that- can-can you?"

Mikey tenses. You look at him.

"No," he mutters.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Mikey," Mikey says, looking at your mom. He lets go of you and hands you over to her. "I've been taking care of Jimin. I'm Sharon's son."

Mom nods. "What happened?"

"I walked into the house and heard-" Mikey stops and looks at you. "I-I don't know if I should say it."

"What did-did you hear Mikey?" You say, glaring, gasping for breath.

Mikey purses his lips. "C'mon," he says. "Let's get in the car and follow them."

Mikey opens the back door of his car. The car that you usually ride in with Jimin to get home. The tears start running down your face faster and you can't control your sobs again.

Mom helps you into the car and holds you in her arms in the backseat. Mikey hops into the drivers seat. Within seconds, you're on the road, following the ambulance.

"I walked into the house a half hour ago," Mikey says. "I could hear- I could hear Jimin screaming. I called the cops and got Sharon away from him."

"What-what did she do-do to hi-im?"

Mom strokes your hair.

"I don't know, Y/n," Mikey says softly. "But I know it's bad. I-I can't promise that he'll be okay."

•••

Mikey parks outside the hospital. You open the car door and hurry out. You catch a glimpse of the ambulance and run toward it, mom and Mikey following close behind.

The EMTs roll the gurney out of the back of the ambulance and rush inside. You follow as fast as you can. You can see Jimin. He moves his head to look around. He's breathing heavily, oxygen mask on his face, eyes barely open. He's holding on tight to the blanket underneath him on the gurney. There is a giant wad of gauze pressed against his chest.

"Mi-Mikey why does he need that?" You ask. Mikey shakes his head. He sees it too. "Sharon- Sharon stabbed him."

You can't breathe. The gurney is rolled into a room and the door closes, but not before you slip inside.

You press yourself into the corner of the room behind the door and watch as the EMTs lift Jimin up and transfer him onto the hospital bed. The gurney is taken out of the room.

Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed. The gauze on his chest is soaked with red. The doctors inject something into his arm. You cant hold back a whimper and he hears it.

Jimin opens his eyes and lifts his head ever so slightly.

He sees you.

You meet his eyes across the room. "Y/n..." he mumbles.

Jimin's eyes close and he goes limp.

Epilogue on its way.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a good day/night!<3

-L