Aria

The doctor that came to visit me at our school stitched my lip back up and gave me pain medication for my head. 

Taehyung was the only one there when I woke up, the one to bring me back to my room, and the one to lay with me in my bed when we got there. No funny business at all, we just laid on our sides and looked at each other until we fell asleep.

He was so beautiful, honestly. I was enjoying being his friend, I didn't want his girlfriend to come back.. even if she had started being nicer before she left. 

I still didn't know what to do about Jimin. His threat still rang clear in my head... I didn't want Jungkook to go through what I did. I sighed and turned a little as I finally woke up, sunlight blinding me when I tried opening my eyes. 

I squeaked a little and turned my head into my pilllow, the side of my face brushing against something. When I peeked at what it was, I was surprised to find Taehyung still here. I rose my head and slowly opened my eyes all the way, trying to ignore the harmful sun rays. He looked so beautiful. 

His normally creased forehead was smooth, his mouth slack and one arm behind his head. I reached one hand up to touch the side of his face but thought better of it, my fingertips just barely brushing his chin before I pulled back. 

I didn't want to get feelings for Taehyung that went beyond lust. I definitely felt lust for him, but that was just because of the visions.. right? 

Taehyung grunted softly as he woke up, turning on his side towards me when his eyelids fluttered open. A light blush spread across my cheeks and I subconsciously rubbed my tongue across my lower lip. It was still a little numb. 

I watched as Taehyung wrinkled his forehead, reaching one hand up to my face to gently touch my lip. I winced a little and he pulled back with a small smile. 

"How are you feeling?" he whispered to me in question, scooting a bit closer. I nodded, closing my eyes for a brief second and inhaling deeply. He smelt so good, like warm vanilla. "Ari.. who was it that hurt you yesterday?" he asked, his voice low. 

I opened my eyes back and he nervously took his lower lip between his teeth as if he was scared of asking. I just shook my head, not wanting to say. "Please tell me.." he whimpered, his eyes screwing shut. 

"I can't remember who it was.." I muttered lowly. I did hit my head pretty hard yesterday, it wouldn't be impossible for me to forget. He just nodded and turned on his back, brushing his hands through his hair. "I should go.. Tuai comes back soon anyways." I don't know why, but him saying that stung. My heart clenched in despair and I didn't understand why. 

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I fell asleep again after he left and woke up when it was late afternoon. I quickly realized that I had slept through all of my classes and mentally facepalmed myself. 

Oh well, it's too late now, and it's Friday so it's not like it's a big deal. I stretched as I sat up in my bed, lazily rubbing my hands over my face. I glanced over at Lua's empty side of the room, suddenly overcome with sadness which morphed into anger. 

She left me abandoned because she was scared I'd hate her after discovering her feelings. What kind of friend did she think I was?! And she didn't even check on me after what happened yesterday! 

I stood in my bed and curled my toes in the cover I was on top of. I glared at the bare bed frame and mattress across the room, clenching my fists. 

Taehyung was upset with me after I lied to him this morning and I was pretty sure I had feelings for him, Jungkook was spending all of his time with his boyfriend who sexually and physically abused me which I couldn't tell anyone about, my own best friend left me and on top of it all, I couldn't remember shit about my life from before two years ago. 

Everything seemed to hit me at once. The pain of realizing my parents were dead, that I had a sibling out there somewhere that I didn't know about, everything just overwhelmed me. 

I reached down to my sidetable and grabbed my lap, gripping it so tight that my knuckles turned white. I screamed and threw it at the wall across from me, watching as the lamp nearly shattered on impact. 

I jumped off of my bed and walked to Lua's old one, angrily pulling the matress off of the wooden frame. Without hesitation and with a strength I didn't know I had, I began to slam my fists down on the side of the frame, listening to the wood crack and heave. 

Angry tears spilled down my cheeks and I didn't even wince as the wood of the bed frame began to crack and splinter, parts breaking off into my skin. I gripped one edge of the painfully sharpened piece of frame that barely hung onto the rest of the bed and ripped it off, stomping over to the mattress. 

I got on my knees on the mattress and brought the make-shift stake up in both hands before plunging it into the cotton below me. Over and over again I stabbed at the mattress, venting my frustration and anger at everything. 

Sometimes I'd bring the wood down and forcefully drag it down the material of the mattress to rip it to shreds. Blindly, I tugged my covers off of my own bed and tore through them with my bare hands. 

By now blood was trickling down my wrists from the various cuts lacing my hands due to the harsh torn wood. I shoved my bed into my bed table as hard as I could, everything on top flying off and breaking. 

My side table hit the wall and slightly broke the drywall, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. All I knew is that I was burning and this was helping. Violence was helping making me feel better. 

There was a small metal rest chair sitting at Lua's old desk and I grabbed the top of it, turning towards our window. I leaned back and swung as hard as I could, yelling when the chair broke through the glass and sailed to the ground.