Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

19. Locked

I didn't remember how long I had been lying in the cold, hard floor. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, my back and neck were hurting. I sat up. Massaging my neck a bit, I noticed that it was dark outside.

How long had I been sleeping?

My stomach was grumbling.

Standing up, I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I noticed that I was still wearing Jimin's shirt. It strangely made me feel safe and secure.

I tied my hair into a loose pony tail and walked towards the door. I turned the doorknob but it didn't budge. I sighed dejectedly. My mother still had the door locked.

I sat on the edge on my bed. My stomach was still grumbling. I had only eaten breakfast at Jimin's house. Even a stranger like Jimin was better than my mother.

With fresh tears in my eyes, I turned off the lights and laid down on the bed.

I wish everything changes. I don't want to live like this.