I was locked in a glass casket. Threatened to be broken any time, scared to be seen by anyone, feared to be harmed by the protective cage itself. When others promised to cover me with a blanket from the world, you came in and freed me from the priso...
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Walking down the hallway of the school , he found himself inside the store room . His breath hitched in his throat as he took one last look at himself on the window. He stared at his refection . Those prettiest eyes that have cried the most tears . His smiles which hid his deepest secrets. Sweeping his hair aside in attempt to tame them . His wrist stung immensely and he felt like ripping the bandages as he collapsed against the walls.
" Why can't you do anything right ? You failed . How do you expect me to tell this to all those person's who'll ask me about your grades ?"
His mother's voice echoed in his head as tears trickled down his cheeks. It clearly meant that she wanted her son to achieve high , just to tell the circle of people without being ashamed .She wanted the best out of him but how could he when everything around him was against him .
"Everything changed . ... Everything " He mumbled those solemn words as he stared at his wrist. Some cuts were new , the other were old . His fingers brushed against the bandages before he hissed in pain.
He let out his emotions flow out in the form of soft silent sobs . The tears of shame for hurting her , the tears of losing his friendship with him. Everything was hurting him to the point where he started hating himself for who he was.
All alone . No one to understand his pain . No one to know of his pain. He himself didn't know he'll end up like this .
After those excruciating minutes , he glanced onto his watch which read 7.45 . "I'll be late " He muttered as he got up from the floor . He noticed his classroom was full of activity; every one was busy minding their own business. He sat far towards the end where he hoped he would go unnoticed . But being popular at school made things difficult for him. He sat there , observing everyone . Those smile they held on their face , how he wished for the same .
He was brought back from his trance when he felt a hand over his shoulders . " Hyung , can you lend me your note ?" The boy asked trying to catch his breath. "Maths ?", He enquired as the boy shook his head violently plopping onto the seat beside him . "Here you go , Jiminaah."
"Lemme guess , you missed the bus again , didn't you ?" He chuckled handing over his note .
" I had to help my grandma with the rice cakes ", He reasoned , skimming through his notes .
" Everytime I offer you my help , you denies it. Can I give you a visit this weekend ?"
" Well , you can come visit us anytime you want but you know my grandma right ?", Jimin chucked as he nodded his head .
" That reminds me , while on my way , I happen to hear a rumour ." Jimin turned his body to face his hyung with a sly smile .
"What is it this time ?"
" There's a new transfer student.... "
' Another one ', He thought to himself .
"... And she'll be joining tomorrow "
" Wait ... It's a girl " He enquired as the other shook his head .
" Heard she's pretty ", Mark , one of his classmate, butted in .
" We'll have to wait till tomorrow to confirm that "
" Have you seen Joonie anywhere ?? He should be here any minute " He inquired the boys.
" I saw him by the corridor with Jack ." Mark shrugged as he nodded his head .
A pang in his heart , that's what he felt right at that moment. Another reason for him to use those silver metal against his skin. How he wished to be secluded in the darkness of his room .
