I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 3~•

It felt like he was dying. But he wasn't stopping just yet.

His legs hurt from all the beatings he had gotten. Suddenly he collapsed on the floor due to exhaustion.

  He felt as if his legs weren't working. The pain was just too unbearable. Jimin cried as he held his legs.

He stayed still and just held his chest. He needed some water. He decided to take a break. If he was gonna get home late, might as well make it worth it.

He forced himself to get up even though it hurt like hell. He sat down beneath a tree and tried catching his breath by breathing in and out. It helped a bit.

Suddenly, he heard some laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who the fuck would be out here in this time of day?

That's when he saw it. He saw BTS. His breath hitched as he feared for his life. Should he run? But what if they chase after him? Should he just stay quiet.

Jimin slowly got up and tried slowly walking.

He stepped on a leaf which crunched. He felt his heart drop.

"Who the fuck is there?!" He heard Suga yell.

Jimin closed his eyes and hoped it was just a dream. "Please wake up. Please wake up." He desperately whispered.

He heard footsteps walking towards him.

Jimin had enough of praying and hoping. Not matter how much he did it or how much trouble he was in, no one answered. Nothing ever happened.

In the end, it made no big difference.

He ran. He ran as fast as he could. It felt like needles were being stabbed into his legs. But he kept going. He heard footsteps running after him. He felt tears build up. He was feeling anxious.

His vision was blurring but he just kept on running. He looked back and saw that no one was there. He stopped and looked around.

It was dark out, making the setting scary. Jimin let out a shaky sign as he turned back around and kept on running for his house.

He opened the door with his key and slammed it closed. He made sure to lock it.

He leaned against the door, sighing in relief. He walked into the livingroom where he saw his mom passed out.

He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, the bright light shining on his face.

He saw all the food, his stomach growling in hunger. He wanted it so badly. Just one bite.

Jimin closed the fridge door and just settled on water. It felt so quick. In one blink of an eye, Jimin found himself devouring the food inside the fridge. He didn't know how it happened. Everything just happened too quick.

And when he came to his senses, he had realized what he had done. He felt tears falling down his cheeks. He quickly cleaned up his mess, running to the bathroom.

He closed the door and felt terrible and guilty for what he had done.

He gripped his hair in frustration, tears forming. His face was turning red from all the crying.

"Fucking hell!" He yelled while tears were falling.

All he could think about was what his classmates had said to him.

"Fucking pig."

"Go walk your ass on a treadmill."

"Watch where you stand, you fat fuck."

"You're gonna become more fatter than you already are."

"Go kill yourself."

"Fat bitch."

"No wonder you're fat, you eat all that shit!"

"Everything would be better without you."

"Oink oink, pig"

Jimin let out a sob as he thought of all those horrible things said to him.

The sat in front of the toilet. The temptation was just too strong.

Tears blurred his vision as he stuck 2 fingers down his throat. He gagged and threw up in the toilet. But that wasn't enough. He needed to get out more.

He did it once again, feeling the pain in his throat. By the end of it, he was sobbing. He brushed his teeth to get rid of the horrible smell.

He was a mess. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. Bruises were all over his face. He walked back to his room and collapsed on his bed.

He just stared at the wall, feeling cold and emotionless, until he eventually fell asleep.