Sinner II Vmin

Freed

 Trigger warning: Sensitive and graphic content 

Songs I listened to while writing this:

~Sometimes i hear Howlin' in my head by Dean                                                                                                      ~Hurt by Christina Aguilera                                                                                                                                              ~My Immortal by Evanescence                                                                                                                                ~Where the sea sleeps and You were beautiful by DAY6                                                                                ~Until I Bleed Out by The Weeknd                                                                                                                            ~Blue and Grey by BTS                                                                                                                                      ~Bittersweet Tragedy by Melanie Martinez                                                                                                    ~Ruins by Aaryan Shah                                                                                                                                                        and many more...

One leak will sink a ship, and one sin will destroy a Sinner - John Bunyan 

     Trudging up the steps to my house I sigh a ragged breath hand clutching my stomach in agony. For the past few days school has been even worse for me. As the student body is fairly word travels around quickly. Yoongi is quite the beloved in our school. With that came the harassment from peers who blamed me for getting him locked up. Namjoon and Hoseok really let me know how much they detested me for taking their best friend away. When our last class was dismissed the pair followed me home. 

    "Look at this fucker. He really thinks he can get our boy locked up and not pay for it huh." A voice snarls from behind me.  "Yeah, he wants to snitch and shit. I bet he thought we would leave him be since Yoongi's gone, you thought wrong." Another voice spits. Rough hands latched onto my shoulders pinning me back onto them. I spot Hoseok coming forward with a scarf like fabric. Suddenly my vision blacked out and it then hit me that he used the fabric to blindfold me. Before I could scream out a hand wrapped around my mouth and nose, suffocating me. I could tell we were moving somewhere but I have no clue where. The blindfold was then ripped off of my face and in front of me stood Hoseok. His face was twisted into a maniacal grin, eyes a deeper shade almost appearing pitch black. My heart was caught in my throat after witnessing such a gaze. What's happening? Am I going to die?  "I want to watch you suffer." He growls before cackling like a mad man. "I-If you're gonna kill me, j-just do it already." I say with a raspy voice. "No, that's too easy. Now stay still." Reaching into his pocket he flips out a pocket knife. I heaved a sigh almost relieved at the sight of the shiny object. The blade was illuminated in the sunlight like a small beacon of light. Freedom, that's my ticket to freedom. A soaring pain was felt on the softness of my stomach. I screamed into the hand that was still tightly clamped over my lips. Tears drenched my face and dampened Namjoon's fingers. "How do you like that you fucking bitch! Keep screaming, no one will fucking save you!" Hoseok seethed will continuing to carve into my belly. Suddenly his hands were on my face, Namjoon's no longer constricting me. He had an iron grip on my jaw, yanking my face up so that we met eyes. "You. Deserve. This." Every word was spoken with malice. Whimpering, I try my best to ignore the flames of torment as Hoseok finishes the carving. "There, now you will forever remember what you are. A fucking snitch." He spits one last time before walking away. Namjoon lets me go,  pushing me to the dirt. All I wanted was to lay on the dirt and allow the earth to swallow me whole. However, I knew my parents were expecting me and I'm already late. Fighting to stand up I frantically make an attempt to clean myself up as best as I could. I pull out my hoodie from my backpack and put it on to cover up the bloodied shirt from my fresh wounds. Using my water bottle I pour some onto my hands in order to clean off as much dirt as I can. The one time Jungkook was out sick, this happens.