wow!!! i love day6!!!
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➵ jimin
my throat hurt.
but i wasn't sick.
i was just sitting on the dusty wooden floor of my bedroom, head resting against the door as tears trickled down my cheeks. downstairs, the tense voices of my mother and father loud enough to let me hear every word. jihyun had been right–it was about me.
i can't bear to live in a house with a son like that anymore.
the back of my throat was sore because i was fighting to stay silent. i could taste the salty tears in my mouth, and my hands shook as i wiped them from my red cheeks.
it's not his fault he's like this.
then are you saying it's our fault?
my hand frantically patted the space around me, finally grasping the cold bottle. i opened the cap with haste, needing something to numb the pain.
the alcohol went down much harsher than i expected, making me shut my eyes when my throat hurt more.
it's just becoming too much, i can't... if he doesn't leave, i will.
my vision was blurry as i cried even harder at my mother's words. i had always been more of a mama's boy, so hearing her say that made me feel like absolute shit.
i tucked the half-empty bottle back into the corner and rolled onto my hands and feet, crawling over to my window. the sky was dark, stars shining almost as bright as the lights from the surrounding houses. i curled up with my knees tucked into my chest on the sill, looking out into the city i called home.
my small fingers opened the lock on my window and i easily opened it, allowing a big gust of warm summer air to flow into my room. letting out a breath i didn't know i was holding, i rested my head on the glass. my hair was falling into my eyes, but i made no move to fix it. it's like i had lost any bit of energy i had in me, leaving me drained and hopeless.
suddenly i heard creaking on the steps, and immediately rushed over to the bed and pulled the covers to my neck, shutting my eyes. a few moments later, i heard a soft knock at my door and light flooded into the room. "jimin, sweetie? are you sleeping?" my mother called softly. i heard her walk over to the bed and felt her place a hand on my back. she pressed a kiss to my forehead, letting out a sigh.
"why does this have to be so hard?" my mother whispered, sounding distressed.
i didn't move or say anything, waiting until she clicked my door shut and i heard my parents' own door close and lock, before letting tears i didn't know i still had in me flow down my cheeks.
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this chapter is as short as me i apologize
and for reference, i'm 5'1
