Rebirth [A BTS Fanfiction]

Not a dream

I could feel myself slowly getting a hold of my surroundings. It's not been long since I regained my consciousness but no matter how much effort I put in, my eyelids were too heavy to part.

I could hear the constant rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor and there was also a very familiar smell of sandalwood around me. The smell gave me a sense of nostalgia. Although the situation feels eerily familiar, I still can't fully put my finger on it.

Was I in a hospital?

The last thing I remember... Wha--

My eyes snapped open as I blankly stared at the ceiling. For some reason, I couldn't move my body much because it felt like someone had broken each bone in my body. However, my mind was already occupied with the memories of my last moment.

It's been 2 weeks since they had given me something to eat. It was getting difficult to even open my eyes for longer than some seconds now and I felt like I'll pass out any second. I hope that I don't wake up after that. Dying is a lot better than the hell I'm going through right now.

Some men come in with a regular supply of water but no food. However, I can't complain Because, in the beginning, they didn't even give me water. It's been 3 days since he came and tortured me. He said that he'll come soon and I'm wishing he does. I can feel that there isn't much time left for me anyways. I've lost count of the days I've been here after the 3rd month but it feels like 1 year. I know it's not tho. He said that my father's men are still searching for me so I can only guess that it's not that long. Father would've already given up if it was. After all, I was just a waste of time for him.

A bitter smile played on my lips as I remembered how we first met. His father was one of my father's business partners, so he and his father once visited our house. That was the first time I saw him. He looked like a replica of his father. His blond hair gelled back while some small strands fell on his forehead. His sharp features make him look a lot more mature than he was. And a perfect cold face. He screamed danger but I could see the tinge of nervousness behind his facade. We were just 7 at that time so it wasn't a surprise that I could see through it. Or maybe the other two did but didn't mention it.

At that time, I still had no idea that the man who had picked me up from the streets would be the same man I desperately wanted. A father. After my mother left me, I despised her. What had I ever done to her for her to leave me? I had long promised myself that when I grow up, I'll never search for her. For me, she was dead. I cried every night, wishing that I had a father who could rescue me from that hell hole and when he did finally show up, I didn't even recognize him for 4 years.

Everyone knows that I am his daughter but he never let me call him father. I used to call him father in the beginning but after the butler warned me about how displeased he gets when I do so, I stopped. He never legally adopted me tho but he made sure that I wasn't lacking anything. Be it money or anything I wanted. As long as I told him, he would get it for me.

But why am I remembering all this now?

Interrupting my thoughts, the metal door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it. I didn't even flinch at the sound while my eyes remained on the ground.
Same old thing. It has been the same for a long while. I think some relationship problems are going on between him and his love because every time he entered for the last few days, he was always pissed. And guess who he made his human punching bag because he lacked money? Me.

My eyes were tightly shut close as he harshly grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground while I was still tied to the chair. Rude.

I didn't move. Maybe if I act dead, he'll be gone?