I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 14~•

Jimin gasped as he woke up, clutching his neck.

He let out heavily breaths as he felt tears forming.

He felt so disappointed with himself. He couldn't believe it. He was so close and just for him to back out?

Jimin carefully stood up and grabbed his phone from his desk.

He looked at the time and saw that it was 3:33 am.

"Jesus did I really sleep through the day?" Jimin mumbled.

He would have school in a few hours. Jimin scrolled down his phone and saw that he had a voicemail.

Jimin was confused and tapped on it.

"Hey Jimin. It's me Ms. Ross. I just wanted to check in on you. I really do care about you and well....I just want you to be okay.

I- I hope everything is okay and that you're safe. I couldn't bare anything happening to you.

Please just....remember that I love you. See you tomorrow, angel and put a smile on that face. We both know that you could do it. Take care, Jimin."

Jimin was surprised. He choked a sob out, holding his head in his hands.

He sat there, crying. He was so stupid to trying to kill himself. What would Ms. Ross think of that?

Especially since she....loves him. It was like a mother and son kind of love.

Jimin hadn't experienced that kind of love. He didn't think anyone cared about him.

Jimin wiped his tears with his sleeve and stood up. He put the rope away and cleaned everything up.

Jimin sat on his bed. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just go without feeling bad?

She would have been much better without him. Besides, he wouldn't stay for long.

Jimin shook those thoughts away and decided to get some sleep.

Her words lingered in his mind as he slowly drifted to sleep.
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Jimin woke up to his alarm clock beeping. Jimin groaned as he got up.

And here he though he wasn't going to have to go to school anymore.

He sighed as he brushed his hand through his hair.

Jimin opened his bedroom door and peeped in the living room.

As usual, his mom was passed out on the sofa with bottles around her.

Thank goodness she didn't go to his room yesterday. Would she have been happy? That he would no longer be a burden to her?

Jimin sighed and shook of those thoughts, making his way to the bathroom.

He looked the door and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened.

His neck was all purple and bruised.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Jimin said, gripping his hair.

This would last for days, even weeks. How the hell was he supposed to hide them?

Jimin breathed in and out and made his way to his room.

He searched in his closet for some hoodies.

Jimin smiled as he saw a black hoodie there. He slid it on and looked in his mirror.

He adjusted the hoodie so that it covered everything. If he was careful, he could hide the bruise.