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chapter twenty eight [radical]

'Perfect timing, just absolutely perfect.' As Yoongi snatched the papers from his hand and pointed the rolled documents towards me.

'Get out, El. Go run off with your little boy-toy and don't bother coming back.' I was struck down with the burning hatred in his gaze that held no sympathy. My eyes shifted towards Jungkook who looked extremely confused, eyeing Yoongi and myself.

There was nothing more I could say to make the situation any better and leaving him would rid of my profuse anger. If he hadn't wanted me there any longer, I didn't need to stay.

I clambered to my feet and swiftly exited the room, brushing past Yoongi for what I hoped to be one of the last times.

The pale morning light illuminated the stairs as my feet carried me down slowly. The shut of his door rang clear throughout the entire building.

Light footsteps appeared to get closer and closer to me, shadowing my sulking figure into the one place I had decided to end it all.

My head began to buzz and drag me back further into all the fond memories I had built up. Those happy and rather awkward times dispersed as soon as I entered the kitchen. All the trust I had put into him meant nothing in context. There would be no more nights filled with conversation or events I would be attending. I was slipping back to my position that I had been at in the very beginning; a dark void that gave little meaning to life itself. Was it my fault?

The menacing sharp blade of the knife stared back at me, taunting me to finish everything off. It's steel reflected my image, something I hoped to never see again. For a few minutes, I could only look at the lost person looking back at me and the pity began to sink in. Now was the time.

I turned the sharp point in on myself, holding it at a point just above my stomach. I didn't care where it had pierced, as long as the scar would take me away from this hellish nightmare. Without another thought, I plunged the object deep into my skin, feeling the excruciating pain sear through out my body. The feeling of a thousand ravens picking at my innards intensified as I dropped to the floor. My mouth parted, but a scream would not escape my lips.

The last thing I had seen before the world went dark was the scarlet drops on the white tiled floor. So much blood.

- -

My eyes would not open, not yet anyway. It felt as if duct tape were sealing my eyes and mouth shut, and the only source of oxygen was steadily pouring in through my nostrils. The world was unclear, but I was momentarily blinded by the mix of bright colors flashing in front of my eyes. It was like my own mental firework display that seemed to take my mind off of the horrible pain coming from the rest of my body.

I couldn't hear or feel anything and the drowsiness slowly seeped up to my mind, calming my nerves at last.

If this was what heaven felt like, then I'd gladly die again.

- -

Everything was spinning at a steady pace, the blotches of light along with the patterns they created. Nothing made any sense.

It was then that I realized the slightly ringing in my ear was voices. Although their words were unclear, their tone remained soothing, like a mother's soft lullaby to her crying child. If my lips would have allowed me, I would have smiled. Before I could hear any more, darkness welcomed me back.

- -

Pain, searing through my flesh and bones. I finally found my hoarse voice through my extremely parched throat. It hurt to talk, breathe, even to think about anything.

My arms and legs seemed to be glued onto the soft material beneath my body. I wondered if I had made it into the afterworld safely or if this was just the hell before heaven. Then again, it would be completely self-centered of myself to assume I was good enough to make it to heaven in the first place.

'Open your eyes. If you can hear me, I need you to open them.' The soft voice came again, but this time a flashing light was shining on my closed right eyelid.

Groaning, I slowly opened my right eye, looking directly into the spinning light that had been clicked off after a few seconds. My eye began to focus on the person in front of me as they smiled gently upon my waking.

'Very good, responsive on the fourth day, everything should be smooth sailing from here.' I closed my eye again, exhausted from the simple task. The pounding in my head alleviated itself once the light in the room was minimized.

'She'll be alright?' A female's voice asked above the mumbling of the person who I could sense, still hovering over me.

'Based off of previous cases, she seems to be healing at a slower rate but I am merely accounting that for her condition when she arrived. It seemed to the staff and examiners that she has been skipping meals and not eating properly or gaining the nutrition she needs. She also seemed to be suffering from a lack of blood cells, to put it bluntly, she has a minor case of anemia. Has she been showing any signs of fatigue?'

Silence filled the area before I heard concerned voice of a male.

'None of us our her guardians, so we can't be too sure of her medical conditions.'

'That's fine, I just need to speak with her care-taker. I've been informed he's nearly here.'

'He should be on his way.'

'Good, good. Just ring for me when he arrives.'

'Thank you doctor.'

Doctor. I was in a hospital, no where near beyond the life I was living now. The pain, the injury had been for absolutely nothing. I was irritated that I had not pushed hard enough; perhaps then I'd already be buried deep beneath the Earth.

'No...' Whispering to myself, I realized that the people had still been located in the room.

'El, El! Can you open your eyes for us? Please, you must be hurting so much...' A hand held onto mine, following the shrill female voice.

Again, I put all my energy in opening both eyes. The haze had not lifted completely, but I could make out the outline of the familiar figure leaning over the hospital bed. Jess's hair was loosely hanging in her face and her clothes seemed much like pajama wear.

'Thank God, I just can't believe...' She rested her head on my arm, and I could finally get view of the others sitting along the side of the room.

Hoseok and Jimin had been asleep, resting their heads against each other. Konant covered her mouth in horror, avoiding my gaze all together. As for Jin and Jungkook, they stared straight back at me, a dull ache occurring in my heart. Everyone had seemed so sleep deprived and worried sick. It wasn't supposed to affect anyone, I was to slip out of the world unnoticed.

But it seemed my luck had finally backfired.

I swung my gaze towards the hospital door as another figure walked in. Yujin's appearance had not been formal for once, and her eyes told a different story.

'What are you doing here?' Jin stood up defensively, taking one step towards her.

Yujin stopped in her tracks, giving me one more muddled look before giving a strange answer.

'It's Taehyung. He's talking to Yoongi in the parking lot. I came to check on her instead.'

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