I want to live

Chapter 4

Third-person pov

"Hello," The kid was clearly scared as his voice cracked at the end.

The newcomer, Isaac, help him sit up properly and scolded Jackson right then and there. After in which he clears his throat, licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He turned to look at Jay not minding the fact that Jackson looked lifeless in front of him and said: "As to why we helped you, why shouldn't we?"

How can they just help people if they don't know them?! Elijah's thoughts were cut short as Isaac helped him stand and started turning the boy slightly as to inspect him. "Where did you get all of these bruises and scars?"

Elijah seemed to forget the fact that he was shirtless, in front of a bunch of people he didn't know and had taken him home with them. His face turns strawberry red and he became slightly conscious about the fact that his plain, pale and not-muscular-at-all body was shown to complete strangers.

"Where did you put my clothes...?" His voice was low and shaky.

Jackson and Isaac seemed to me in a form of trance „so cute„ they both cleaned their throat and Isaac broke the awkwardness that had grown in the 3 and a half-second of silence.

"I threw them in the washer, you could borrow one of my jeans and a sweater, I always stay here so some of my clothes are here too,"

He opened the door motioning for Jay to follow. And after some hesitation he did.

Slowly and with small steps, he walked out of the room, it was like he thought the walls were going to attack him if he did anything wrong.

While walking down the halls Elijah looked around, like a kid at a zoo, looking but not touching or even getting close.

(Short) Elijah's Pov

While walking down the halls of the big apartment, I felt so about of place, even if I wasn't wearing a shirt, my body was so torn up, so broken and the same with my jeans, mud, and holes was more visible than the actual pants.

Even if I worked my whole life, I would never be able to live in a neighborhood like this.

Back to third person Pov

And if you don't know what this is, then let me explain it to you. Without even knowing just looking at the streets gave a clear view of where Jackson lived. The Pyeongchang-dong district, and if you don't know what that is, don't feel bad, it's just a district that is considered the richest in all of Korea.

After knowing that fact Elijah didn't just feel out of place, he was out of place. He could barely afford food for the money he got and the rest of it went to electricity and water, he didn't have anything that was new only thing others had given him out of pity or something he found. He felt like he was sullying the house, just being there.

Now feeling inferior and uncomfortable, he unknowingly made his body smaller, his posture became bad and he walked with even smaller steps as he followed behind the others.

After finally coming to the room which Elijah as soon as he stepped inside found out wasn't a room but a walk-in closet the same size as his bedroom. He stood in awe and looked at the clothes, neatly stacked, the million-dollar ties and suits he had were in a hole in the wall where they hang in hangers.

He watches as Isaac went to a little basket in the corner and started rummaging through it, looking for something? And he found it.

A black shirt with some writing Elijah couldn't read, Isaac threw it at him "Put it on I'll find something to put over it, so it won't become cold."

Elijah was about to protest when Isaac was walking towards him and pushing him into a bathroom door. "You can use the bath here as well, come out when you're ready!"

„Did he just politely say that I stink or something?!„ Elijah felt somewhat offended but also know it was sadly true.

He sighed and closed the door, stepping into the shower, turned the handle to let the warm What flow down his body.

•~•

After about 15 minutes of being in the shower, he got out, put on the boxers...

His eyes widened as he saw his reflection.

He felt his knees become weak under him.

"The voices" his voice was only audible to him... and the same with the voices in his head, the ones he had tried so hard to ignore, the reason why there was broken glass all over his bathroom floor.

The reason he tried to— "Nngh, N-No... leave me alone!" He sank to the ground, hugging himself as the voices became louder.

Do you even try?!

Why are you here?

Just die already!

Die!

Just go die!

Just die already!

"Elijah?"

He flinched and his breath hitched. „his voice— ...NO! Forget him, forget him right now!„ His breathing wasn't calming down any time soon, the opposite, in fact, it speeds up as silence surrounded him.

This is your fault, that you're all alone now.

It was like a demon talked to him inside his head.

This, this is what you wanted right?

to be all alone? For people to just pass by you.

You always wanted to be invisible, right?

You're wondering if it would hurt right?

"Would it hurt if I killed myself?" Isn’t that's right?

Nobody would miss you anyway, so you can do it

All you do is follow my voice.

The voice, it was like it danced inside his head, leading him through the room, it was a sweet voice, so irresistible like he had to follow it.

And he did, now standing in front of the bathroom window, a sudden strong wind blew it open the second Yoongi removed the handles holding it shut. The wind was cold yet comforting, it calmed him down.

you can end it all, right now. All you have to do is take that one step.

The sweet voice was so tempting, sounded so sweet like all the pain was taken away when he heard it.

you can finally join him~

"I miss you," He let one of his feet dangle over the edge as he slowly leaned his body forward.

Jackson's Pov

It's true that Isaac always ended up staying the night here, I didn't know he kept clothes here too. I sighed as I made my way throughout the big house.

"Hey! Can you get this to Jay? There is a club-leaders meeting" without letting me answer, Isaac went past me but not before throwing a pair of jeans in my face.

And out the door, he goes...

"Fine..." I drag my feet as I make my way to the bathroom, I knocked on the door but with no response, I leaned my ear to the door „is he sleeping in the bath or something? „

"I miss you,” „Miss you? Miss who? „ me being who I am, I let my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door by the handle and pushed it open with my foot.

My eyes widened.

"JAY!"

I don't know what happened, but the instant I saw him standing there a second maybe not even that away from stepping out to his own death I yelled at the top of my lungs, and as fast as my legs would let me I ran towards him.

He seemed to be taken out of whatever trance he was in after I yelled, and he flinched and looked back at me, eyes on the brink of tears.

I ran over, grabbed him around his waist and leaned back so that when we hit the ground, I would take the fall for us both. And I did, oh, boy I did. when we hit the ground, Elijah’s face smashed into mine giving me a headbutt right in the eye.

After getting over the slight brain-concussion, I sat up and the moment I did Jay began clinging onto me for dear life.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't mean it," He kept apologizing into my chest while after sometimes I could feel a wet spot forming on my chest, He was crying.

"Jack... iss I m..." I heard him mumble half of my name, but the rest was so mumbled that I couldn't understand it. "What's wrong Jay-ah? why are you crying?"

"I miss him, I miss him so much..." His breathing finally calmed down.

"Who is it that you miss...?"