THE QUIET.

|fifty six

i felt bad for jungkook.

he was a great person,

even of he did make a lot of mistakes.

but i couldn't change my heart.

things don't work like that.

today was rough.

luckily,

my parents were on another business trip.

but i got an idea.

i went into my father's office room and looked through the drawers until i found it.

his gun.

he's had it for years as a safety precaution.

that bastard had gotten the idea that because he was so successful that someone might try to break in and steal his precious money.

his narcissism made me sick.

i put on my white hoodie and black skinny jeans and drove to school.

i put up my hood,

stuck the gun in my pocket,

and just walked to my locker.

it made me feel safe.

it made me feel in control.

something i hadn't felt in awhile.

my grip on the handle got tighter as someone roughly pushed past me.

no,

it wasn't loaded.

but damn did it feel good.