「 JIMIN – october 16th, 12:23pm • DAY THREE 」

JIMIN LETS HIS HEAD REST AGAINST THE WALL, EYES HEAVY AND ALMOST AS EMPTY AS HIS STOMACH.

He hasn't lost hope yet, but trying to stay strong when you don't know when you're going to be safe again, when you don't know where you are and you don't know if what you're eating is poisoned or not, when you're terrified of going to sleep and never waking up– is hard.

Jimin hasn't slept yet. He can't, no matter how much he tries. He needs to get out of here, get home.

Has anyone noticed that he's gone? Is anyone coming for him?

Jimin knows that in order to escape, he must do whatever necessary. He's aware that he won't be able to any other way.

Which is why he's gotten to work on making himself a weapon. Taking the plastic spoon from earlier, he's been scraping it against the concrete, ever so slowly making the end sharper and sharper.

He knows it'll work. He saw it on a show once. It's no big deal.

Now actually killing his captor might be a bit harder. To start, Jimin is very weak from the lack of food and sleep, and he can barely stand. He also isn't a violent person at all. He couldn't even imagine himself killing someone–

But he knows he'll have to most likely, and he's almost prepared to do it.

His arm hurts so he stops working on the spoon for now, feeling really tired.

He reaches for the water he has left over from earlier and drinks the last sip sadly, unsure of when he'll get any more, and sets the now empty bottle down on the floor.

He lets out a sigh.

He wishes this could just be over already.

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About the spoon thing, I actually did see that on a show i like before.