What Does Death Feel Like?

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪

What is life? What are the odds that we'll actually be happy with our accomplishments? What is the chance that we'll ever be happy?

There are moments in life where you just randomly think about death, where you find out that nobody could actually care for you, where you find out that you don't matter within the population of 7.5 billion people.

What is the true meaning of life? Why is that? Why do we waste our lives on stupid shit without even being remembered?

"Yoongi, it's time for dinner," says Yoongi's sister, her soft, beautiful gummy smile showing as Yoongi returned the same smile they shared.

"Okay, I'll be right down," Yoongi says, he looked around. He looked around his room, feeling as if something was off. This wasn't his home, he was younger, happier, nicer. He felt his hand move to finish the homework he was working on.

He felt a shiver as he saw himself stand up and run downstairs, he remembered this day. This was the day that changed everything in Yoongi and his sisters lives. He was in college at this point, he was moving out the next week into an apartment by himself.

Yoongi followed after himself, trying to grab his arm as he fell down the stairs. Yoongi's past self lay there, not moving as Yoongi walked down to him.

He remembered this, he remembered the dark dream he was in, he remembered how much he hurt during that time. He eventually got up, Yoongi knowing what was about to happen as he followed. He remembered the aching is his head as he walked into a horrible sight.

He remembered his heart break into two as he saw his mother throw his sister across the room. His father looked into his eyes, ignoring his presence as he watch his mother scream at his little sister.

The words that came out of her mouth hurt, his own mother was calling his sister a slut, useless, worthless, a whore. Yoongi saw as he ran over to his mother, grabbing his sister out of her hands and bringing her up to his room.

Yoongi felt tears start to fall out of his eyes as he watched his sister cry.

Yoongi softly woke up, tears falling out of his eyes as he remembered his sisters eyes. Her red, puffy eyes that were full of tears in that moment. Yoongi got out of bed, going down the hall to his sisters old room.

"Hey sis, is it okay if I sleep in here tonight?" Yoongi asked, knowing there was no response before laying down in her bed.

Yoongi hugged her favorite stuffed animal, a purple owl, close to his chest as he cried. Seokjin was gone at the moment, he was with Namjoon and Yoongi had nobody. He was alone. . .

Yoongi felt a soft hug, looking behind him as he saw nothing, nobody there. He felt a soft comfort as he dug himself under her old covers.

And with that, he softly drifted to sleep.