Ranboo angst

Will I see the light again?..

Hi! Thank you for reading this. I appreciate it. This is also an SBI family AU. Enjoy!

Tw:
Blood
Injury
Kidnapping
Violence
Abuse
Starving
Gore
Neglect
Anxiety
Guns
Threats
Suicidal thoughts
Suicide attempts
Swearing
Purging
Cutting

Ranboo's POV:

Hurrying back home, I walked quickly along the dark streets as I clutched onto the grocery bags.

Unease filled the atmosphere as I continued to pick up the pace. Glancing backwards, I swear I saw something move. No, it must have just been a um fox! Yeah, just a fox. Calm down, you're okay Ranboo. Take it slowly.

I need to get the groceries back home for da- I mean sir.

In that moment, the cold barrel of a gun was placed against my temple. Stopping immediately, my breathing became rapid again as I turned to face the person.

They were significantly shorter than me but then again that wasn't surprising. I could see various injuries littered on there skin. Their orbs held pure blood lust. This wasn't good. Don't get me wrong, living didn't appeal to me at all. I just don't know what they want.

Without thinking, I drove my knee harshly into their gut. Shoving them to the ground, I stomped on the back of their head in hopes of knocking them out.

Sprinting in the direction of the police station, I could just make out the silhouette of a person. Please tell me that they will help me.

Before I could think more, A large impact to the back of my head made me plumet towards the curb. Hitting my head, the world behan to turn black.

Time skip:

Still Ranboo's POV:

My eyes shoot open only to be met with more darkness. Are my eyes even open? Where am I? My head hurts, why? Why can't I remember?

Trying to bring my hand to brush through my hair, I lift my arm only for the sound of chains to bounce off of the walls. I'm tied up. What the heck. Help.. please. I remember now..

Someone else is here, I can feel their presence. If I move it might be worse.

A bright light was turned on which made me hiss in pain. Must have been here for quite a while then.

People in robes walked up to my pathetic figure as they stared at me from behind their large hoods.

What do I do? Please help me..

The next day:

I can't sleep, if I do they'll hurt me. They already have. Attempting to wriggle out of my bounds, I pull my wrist back towards me. Shoot, they're back.

Closing my eyes tightly, I prepare for what torture may await. It hadn't came? Looking back, I was met with a computer screen.

"We're going to have your parents watch as we end your life."

One of them said, the voice changer was evident.

I couldn't help but laugh at what they said. Regaining control over my euphoria, I reply to their statement.

"Hah! You think they'd give a crap about me?! If anything they'll find pleasure watching me writhe in agony. I mean, it saves them beating me to a pulp, not like they didn't do that anyway. So go for it! I've got nothing to lose!"

Gradually my voice became louder, I really couldn't care less anymore. Tears pooled in my eyes before overflowing and running down my face. A small smile could be seen on my features. Finally, I wouldn't have to live.