Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
Yoongi clutched his brown bag in his hand until his knuckles turned white. His body was rigid with anticipation as he sat perched on the baby blue seats of the hospital. A strawberry-flavoured lollipop rested between his lips. Most of the other people huddled to the right side of the waiting room where the heater was to escape the chill of the morning.
'Inhale.' The automated voice of his guide commanded through his new headphones.
He almost regretted that because the air reeked of sterilising spirits that always made his stomach churn.
'Exhale'
The meditation guide only seemed to increase his agitation. His day had been spent being poked and prodded by Doctor Bang who was bound to appear any second to give him his verdict. He kept his eyes on anything but the hallway. He focused on the screaming children in the lobby and their exhausted parents and hoped to never experience that, the candy vending machine which had candies that tasted like shit and the few people who sat alone and he wondered what problems they could have.
'Inhale'
Lady luck had never smiled down on him. The only good things he had in his life were the gang and his knack for computers. Other than that he was extremely unlucky. He was born to parents who were both heavy drug addicts who were always in and out of rehab. He had to spend his life taking care of them instead of it being the other way around. He did everything from the cooking to the taxes until he got sick of it and ran away to live in the streets.
'Exhale'
The irony is that in the streets he had to become an errand boy for a drug dealer called Bugsy to survive. He would use all the money on food and a reserved spot in a small run-down internet cafe. He tried to resist the temptation to do drugs because he didn't want to end up like his parents. But the temptation won eventually. He might have known better than to give in. In the end, he was just an impressionable twelve-year-old boy who craved validation from his peers.
'Inhale'
The addiction was so strong that he had to smoke a packet every day. He was slowly killing himself and he knew that. But smoking was an escape from his shitty reality. When he smoked he wasn't a worthless nobody from the mines. He could pretend he was anyone else but himself.
'Exhale'
Life wasn't that bad in his opinion at the time. He had an online friend and he made money. Eventually, his habits caught up to him. It started with intense chest pain and then his heartbeat became irregular. When he went to the hospital he was told that he had a heart disease. He had nowhere near enough money for the treatment. Doctor Bang gave him medication in exchange for his gang ensuring the safety of the hospital for the sake of the patients. Namjoon never questioned him when he suggested it but he knew that he suspected something.
'Inhale'
His online friend turned out to be Kim Namjoon who wanted him to join his gang. Yoongi joined immediately with the hope of making enough money for the surgery. Namjoon's only condition was that he go to rehab. Going through withdrawal symptoms once was enough for Yoongi to never look at a cigarette again. They were replaced with lollipops.
'Exhale'
Yoongi clutched his bag tighter. Having his computer with him was helping him calm down. All he had to do now was wait to receive surgery and live a normal life.
'Inhale'
He shifted when he felt a presence in the seat next to him. He shifted his headphones to the side so he could hear.
'Exhale'
'Hey buddy', Doctor Bang greeted in a warm voice. His gloved hands ruffled the younger man's hair.
'I need surgery, don't I?', Yoongi said when he noticed the doctors attempt to sugarcoat the harsh news. News that he had to go to a hospital in the Golden City to get surgery.
'Inhale'
'As soon as possible', he responded with a wince.
Yoongi's shoulder slumped as he rested his head on the ice-cold metal on the back of his seat.
'Exhale'
Money has always been his biggest problem. He was tired of never having enough of it to do anything. If only he was born to a wealthy family in the Golden City. He would have been able to break his body and fix it as many times as he wanted. Now money was the determiner of life and death. If he didn't get any then soon he wouldn't be breathing any longer.
'Inhale'
His shaking hands ripped his headphones from his ears. The breathing meditation sounded like it was mocking him.
'Buddy', a warm hand cautiously patted his shoulder, 'I'm so sorry'.
He shrugged it off in annoyance. He didn't deserve any sympathy. He was only facing the consequences of his actions. In the end, he became a product of his parents. He felt all the dreams he had of living a normal life crumble right before his eyes. He would never own a house in the city. He would never have a family. He would live and die as a worthless criminal.
'I'll get that surgery, Old man', he retorted as he stood up.
His legs felt like they would give in but he didn't let it show. His face was void of any emotion. However internally, he felt a myriad of emotions that seemed to be drowning him. He had always felt like he was drowning but this time there was no hope of making it to the surface
'No need to feel sorry for me'.
He left the hospital with a renewed resolve. He was going to get money, even if he had to plunge himself into the darkness of crime.
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