broken butterfly

chapter 16

Siyeon pov

I send a message in the group chat, "Sua is awake, you can visit her if you want. Leave me alone for a while please, I have to clear my head". That would have to do. I knew that they would ask for an explanation later, but I wasn't ready to give them one right now. I walked out of the hospital, to the bus stop. I didn't know where to go. I couldn't go to my house, cause my parents would be mad that I didn't come home last night. I couldn't go to any of the girls, cause they would ask unwanted questions. Seems like the only place left was Dongmin's house. I got on the bus and sat down in the back. I turned my phone off, trying to escape from everything that was happening. I looked outside the window, staring at the people that passed by, hoping that their lives were better than mine. After about 15 minutes I got off and walked towards Dongmin's house. I realized I didn't tell him I was coming over... I hoped it wasn't a problem. I rang the doorbell and Dongmin's mom opened the door and gave me one of her sweetest smiles.

"Hello Siyeon, come in. I'll tell Dongmin you're here". I walked inside as she went to Dongmin's room. After a few seconds Dongmin walked from behind the corner and came towards me. He immediately hugged me.

"How's Sua doing?"

"I don't want to talk about her right now..."

He looked a bit shocked but didn't ask any more questions.

We took my hand and led me to his room. It's not like I haven't been here before but it had been a while. For some reasons it felt... uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to walk back out of the door I just walked through. I didn't feel the same around Dongmin anymore. Now that I think about it... have I ever even felt comfortable around him? He's my boyfriend, the boy that every girl in our school wants. But I never told him anything about me... the real me. I told everything to someone who is basically a complete stranger, but never anything to him. So maybe it was time to change that.

I sat down on his bed and he sat down next to me. He looked at me and put his arms around me. I put my head on his shoulder. "Dongmin... I have to tell you something..."

The room seemed to go completely silent. I could feel myself getting nauseous from the stress that was building up inside me.

"I... I... I have anorexia..." I stuttered. I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth. Every second that he didn't say anything felt like an eternity. He held me tighter and said "It's okay, I'll take care of you".

For some reasons these words didn't feel as special as they should've. I didn't know why but it just didn't feel right. It felt a little off, like it was not complete. We sat there for a while. He drew figures on my back, while I was trying to get the courage to talk again.

"I... I want to tell you how it all happened..."

"Okay baby, take your time"

I took a deep breath and started talking.

*flashback*

I was 5 years old and didn't have any friends, but I was fine with that. I didn't mind being alone, it was comfortable, quiet. I sat on a bench and watched the other kids run around and play. I didn't dare to approach them, so I decided to just stay on the bench and wait for the bell. I knew that people looked weird at me, maybe even judged me. Everyone knew my parents, they had a famous company. Sometimes I felt like complete strangers knew my parents better than me. Sometimes strange people come into our house to have meetings with my parents and I used to get sent away to my room to not disturb them. My dad even bought me a tv to keep me busy. I got dragged out of my thoughts when some girls were suddenly blocking my view.

"It's not because you're rich that you can stare at people. Go make some friends if you want them" the tallest girl in the group said.

"Who would ever want to be friends with her" another girl joked.

"I want to". A girl walked through the group and came towards me. She had an incredibly sweet smile.

She sat down next to me and said "Hi, my name is Yoohyeon, what's yours?"

"I'm Siyeon" I muttered

"Let's go make a sand castle". She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the sandbox, leaving the group of girls behind us.

*5 years later*

Ever since I met Yoohyeon, I got picked on less. Everyone liked her, they all seemed to smile in her presence. I was guilty of it too though, her smile was pretty contagious. Sadly when she was not around... everyone changed.

"I got math on the other side of the building this period, I'll see you at lunch". Yoohyeon said while walking away.

"See ya" I replied.

I was walking to my class when I passed by them. The same group of girls that had made my life like hell ever since I was little. I tried to stay unnoticed and put my hood on.

"You know we still see you right?" One of the girls snickered while grabbing my wrist. I tried to pull it out of her grip but I was too weak.

"You know, maybe you should eat some more and get stronger, but you already eat more than enough, don't you?"

By the time I managed to get my wrist free the others had already circled me.

"Of course she does, she sure as hell has the money to. And besides, what else is she hiding underneath that giant hoodie of hers".

"Maybe we should check," another girl said.

She walked up to me and put her hand on my stomach. She grabbed the fabric and my belly fat underneath, squeezing it. I tried to push her away cause it made me feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have done that. I saw her eyes lit up and her lips curved into an evil grin. She pushed me so hard that I lost balance and fell on the floor. They all started laughing. I saw a teacher come out of a classroom.

She walked up to us and as she looked at me she asked "What's happening here?"

The girl that had punched me suddenly started crying.

"She suddenly started punching me. I don't know why. I had to push her off of me" she sobbed.

I knew this was going to happen, and yet... I didn't do anything about it. I didn't say the truth, nor did I try to defend myself, I just sat there on the floor.

The teacher violently grabbed my arm and dragged me to the principal's office. I knew that the teachers liked nothing more than to make rich kids look like the bad guys. In their eyes I already had privilege in every aspect of my life.

I stayed silent the whole time as the girl said her story again, this time to the principal... as she kept on crying and blaming me... as they called my parents and they came to pick me up. They looked furious, and I knew that they were going to yell at me as soon as we got home.

A/N: 

I have a busy week ahead so Im not sure if I will be able to upload next week. I will surely try my best to do so tho. I hope everyone is feeling well. If u have anything to say about the story feel free to comment, I always enjoy reading them <3<3