Yoongi POV~

Everything was quiet, blank, as if the world has stopped moving. There was no noise, no movement; nothing.

My limbs felt numb, but burned under my touch. My skin, electricity; tingling, under anything that decided to touch it.

Words sounded like nothing but bubbles, popping near your ear drum; an annoying bubbling in my left ear.

The room swayed as waves swayed out of objects around the room, as if a force field was surrounding it. My vision darkened at the corner of my eyes, slowly fading towards the center in the shape of a circle and slowly began to cover my pupil.

Is it finally happening?

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My eyelids ached as I slowly opened them, my whole body felt sore as I slowly tried to get up from my uncomfortable position. I let out a small groan as I pushed myself off the couch, glancing around a bit. I looked down in disappointment when I saw that Jimin had left.I shook my head a little bit and started heading up the stairs.

I moved slowly as I climbed the stairs, step by step, creak by creak; it filled the silence in the house. I headed down the hall once I reached the top of the stairs, walking towards the room with the door slightly cracked open. A sudden heavy feeling landed on my shoulders when I saw the room, I didn't want to go inside the room; but I had no choice really. I took in a deep breath and slowly pushed the door back and walked into the room.

A large brown grand piano sat by the large window, the light shining on the piano and the light shined off of it. The reflected light made a weird but oddly beautiful pattern on the wall. I sighed as I looked at the piano, the heavy feeling worse the longer I looked at the piano. I slowly went over to the piano and sat down in front of it and gently put my fingers on the keys. I gently closed my eyes and pressed down on the keys, before beginning to move my fingers swiftly across the keys as I played. I gently began to press down on the first pedal, the una corda, which is softer than the other two.

The heavy feeling began to slowly rise, I felt like I could breathe easier now. A small smile formed on my face when I started to play more, moving a little bit faster and picking up the song pace a bit. That's when my finger hit the wrong key, the loud ping echoed through the room, ruining the perfect soft melody. The heavy feeling suddenly latched itself back onto my shoulders and back. I looked down at my hands as they hovered over the keys, letting out a sigh as I pulled my hands away from the keys.

I sat quietly for a moment, staring down at my hands in disappointment as I sat in front of the beautiful instrument. I slowly looked back up and lifted my right hand, gently putting it against the keys; pausing for a moment before gently pressing down on the keys. The deep bellow echoed through the room once again.

I closed my eyes as the heavy feeling stayed on my back, a small tear fell from my eye and ran down my cheek. It dripped off my jaw and landed on the top of my hand as it stayed settled on the piano keys. I gently wiped my cheek and slowly stood up, covering the piano keys with the cover. I stared down at the instrument, dust had now began to form on the top of it; making my heart break at the sight.

Even the things I loved most couldn't help me.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered at the piano, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind me. I went into my bedroom and sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. The heavy feeling on my shoulders stayed glued to me, making me feel worse about how I let down my piano. If I ever felt sad or alone, I would go to my piano; but my piano just made me feel worse.

I was letting down my piano and I didn't want that. For many years the only thing I had to make me feel better was my piano. It has helped me through, school, sadness, anger; everything. But now, I can't even think of my piano without feeling pointless. I always feel pointless, even with my piano.

I sat in silence as my thoughts continued to break me down and push me into a corner. The silence screamed at me, making my head hurt. The silence always yelled at me, so I always tried to keep it away. I didn't want to be confronted by the silence; yet. One of these days where there's nothing left, I'll let the silence take me away; to somewhere the silence won't scream at me anymore.

That'll be peaceful won't it?

To be in a place without pain, sadness, anger. A place where your thoughts can't hurt you and don't yell at you all the time. I'd like to go there, but I cant yet. I need to stay here, for the time being.

I'll let the silence take me soon.

I won't fight it this time.