Demise

                                    

                                          
There's something unsettling about walking into school and hearing whispers about the thunderstorm that happened last night. 
                          
Debates forming about whether or not a tornado formed is making me stomach turn.
                          
The pouring rain is making my head hurt. 
                          
I make it to my locker without feeling lightheaded from the bright lights in the school hallways.
                          
With one hand on my stomach and the other on my locker, I steadily put in my combination.
                          
"Hey," Somebody says, placing their hand on my shoulder lightly, "Are you alright?"
                          
I look up slowly and see Jimin. I haven't seen Jimin since he dropped out of school and started to be homeschooled. He's gotten a bit cuter
                          
What? 
                          
Wait. 
                          
I shake my head and quickly look away from him. "I'm not," I admit, opening my locker and grabbing a global textbook.
                          
"Oh," Jimin sighs, removing his hand from my back, "Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" Jimin asks, moving his face close to mine. I turn my head to face him, looking straight into Jimin's eyes. I force my head away and close my locker, "I don't think that's necessary," I reply, nodding at him before walking to class.
                          
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Staring out the window, I'm captured by the sunrise showing through the clouds.
                          
I wish my mom could see this. 
                          
I flinch and shake my head violently, placing my head down on my desk. I can't do this — nor do I want to. But it seems that all the paths that my thoughts seem to take always lead back to her. I wish they didn't. I don't wanna feel for her anymore.
                          
But I guess that's what happens when you lose your mother.
                          
"Min Yoongi!" Jungkook yells, sliding a chair over to me and putting his books down on my desk. "Kookie," I reply, smiling slightly at him, watching Taehyung and Hoseok follow closely behind. "You don't look too good," Hoseok says, placing his hand on my forehead, "You don't feel good either,"
                          
I sigh and lay my head back on my desk, "I guess,"
                          
"Uh huh," Jungkook says before standing up, "I'm gonna get to English, see you guys later,"
                          
I wave half-heartedly, throwing my hand back down where it was before. Someone sits down next to me, "Are you thinking about your mom again?" Taehyung asks, laying his head down on the desk, facing mine.
                          
I turn my head to look at Tae. I shake my head and bite my lip slightly, closing my eyes again.
                          
Taehyung smiles slightly and pats my back lightly and walks to his seat.
                          
I lift my head up from my desk and turn my attention to the door.
                          
Jimin
                          
I glance at Jimin who had just walked into the classroom. I bite my lip not so secretly then look back down at my desk.
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
What's wrong with me. 
                          
"I can't do this anymore," I moan, looking over at my uncompleted homework, hoping she won't collect it since the storm was bad
                          
"Can you all hand up your homework please?"
                          
Shit.
                          
I bend down to pick up my homework and one of my mom's earrings fall out of a pocket of my hoodie.
                          
"I can't do this. I need to get away," I think to myself, deciding whether or not I should paint today in my new area.
                          
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a/n: My writing turns to shit once it goes past 4 in the morning. <3 woooo a depressing look into the mind of Min Yoongi next part