Weak Hero Random Fanfic

Jake Ji x reader

Part 2 

In the quiet street you could hear your footsteps slowly walking. Every step could be heard, thats how quiet the neighborhood was. It can become annoying sometimes, but mostly you liked it when nobody was there.

There were a lot of houses on the street. Most of the people living here were old. You can imagine how tough it is declinening every dinner and lunch from diffrent grandmas and grandpas.

  They always thinks I must be lonely since I am living alone. My parents aren't the best but at less they pay rent and sent enough money for me to live. 

Up until now you were livg like an introvert. You didn't like leaving the house unless you felt like it. The house was very clean due to your fear of insects. If you ever saw a spider or any other Insect you'd leave the house or go to another room and try to forget about it.

You weren't a fan of unhealthy lifestyles so you worked out at home. Which reminded you of your childhood. Back then your parents still got along, you had friends and there wasn't a single problem in your life.

It all started with a test in your first grade. You got it perfect. You were really excited and showeded to your mom. After that she would always put pressure on you to do perfect. Have a perfect lifestyle, have perfect grades, have perfeckt hair, body, friend,..... . Slowly but surely she controlled all of your decitions, but you didn't think much of it. It became clear to you at a birthday party of a friend, that your mother found for you. You can't clearyly remember what it was you said, but at home your mother lashed out on you.

She didn't hit you, but something far more worse. She became even more controlling. From then on you had to be kind and friendly to anyone, it didn't matter if you liked them or not. She enrolled you in courses you didn't have interest in, forced you to wear what she found perfect. The worst part is your father stood by and watched how the person who gave birth to you destroyed you.

Tears start to form as you remember the past. you finally arrived home. In the bag was a new volume from the comic book store. You didn't know why but you felt like shit so you decided to shut out the outside world hurl up under your blanket listening to music and cry like there is no tomorrow.

You were used to this. The therapist always came up with something new to cure your so called depression. Did they work ? Nope.