BTS ONE SHOTS

Jimin: Angst 》"Caught in a lie"《

There was once a young men. This men was sitting on a chair and was staring infront himself.

This men had mixed emotions. He didn't know if he should cry, smile or be angry.
At first he was smiling and laughing... then he started to cry and be angry at himself.
He was confused when he saw a card with a dot on it.
But then he felt the memories hitting him. Torturing himself...

The room in that he was... wasn't really a room... on one side there were currents and at the other side as well.

Two hospital beds in the middle of the room. He was sitting on one of them and was smiling at the other one.
It was disturbing to watch it because there was no one on the other bed.

The men grabbed his pillow and swung it over the other bed.
Feathers flew over the bed. The men was having memories...

His friend... that wasn't there anymore.

He was torturing himself with the memories. Building up his own lie.. because he can't accept the terrible reality.

Suddenly he cried again and started to scream. Leaving a frustarted scream echo trough the room.

'My body is empty. I'm dead inside.'

That was what he wrote on his wrist. He could feel even now the drowning feeling. The water dropping from his face and his hair. The water covering his body.

He smiled.

Because he could feel the same pain as his friend did. The drugs that made him faint and fall to the hard ground.

Was this all a dream?

The reality was full of pain... he lived in a reality he doesn't wanted...
The lie that he was creating himself was more beautiful.

Or was it as beautiful as he was thinking it was?

Inside his head everything was dark. He was drowning inside of himself. The hell was living inside of him and the only think of who he was waiting was a saviour that will save him from this terrible dream...

The dream he could not wake up from because this wasn't a dream.

Trapped inside himself. He couldn't see the reality like that anymore in that he once lived in.

The misery and the sorrow...

The men was gasping for air.. but he drowned even further down.
The water surrounding him...
Struggling for his life.
Struggling..
Struggling..

A burning piano.. what was this nightmare? Why was he remember things?..

The piano.. his friends and himself played with... it was in flames.
He grabbed his hair tightly and closed his eyes. A scream escaped his mouth.

'Why does it feels like a bullet hit my chest?' That was what he thought.

He stood up from the bed and started to dance... humming a song.
Calming himself down. But the anger and sadness was connecting with his dancing.

He was trying to escape this fucked up lie. He was trying and trying but he always fell back.

Trying to find back to the real self.
'Caught in a lie..~' That was what he was whispering.

The men just wanted to smile again to be happy... to escape this lie.

Everything switched again..
He was sitting at the chair again. A apple infront of him..
The painting.. the camera... the card...
He was staring at the painting...
The camera fixed at the painting.

The apple that had a missing piece.
The men smirked and looked at the painting again.

Is this painting a lie as well?

THE END