Sticks and Stones • Park Jimin

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Jimin was tired of it all. Of going to school. Of being made fun of. Of being humiliated. Of being mocked.

Of being hurt.

He wondered if the pain would ever go away.

He knew there were ways to make it go away. He'd heard about them. But he didn't want to cut or do drugs or drink alcohol. He knew it would just dull the pain before making it worse.

But Jimin didn't know what to do to make it all stop. He'd tried being nice. He'd tried ignoring it. He'd tried disappearing. But he was never there enough to stand up for himself, and he was always just enough there for Kyung-soo to see him.

He wished Kyung-soo would just-

He cut off his thought. He didn't want to think bad thoughts. But they were there, in his head, swimming around.

Die.

It was funny, Jimin thought, because Kyung-soo was probably thinking the same thing about him.

Jimin smiled and filled in the blank with a different name, the one everyone else must have been thinking.

I wish Jimin would just die.

Me too, Jimin thought. Sometimes, me too.