𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐅

~Ch-16~

"Sometimes, the most difficult battle is the one within yourself"

The dark, heavy curtains in Y/n's room blocked out all sunlight, casting a deep shadow over everything and giving the space a gothic, serene vibe that suited her perfectly.

The room was a sanctuary, a cocoon of darkness where she felt most at peace. She lay in bed for a moment longer, appreciating the quiet before she finally decided to get up.

She slipped into her usual attire-simple black jeans and a black shirt-an outfit that mirrored her mood and her disposition.

Descending the grand staircase of the mansion, Y/n noticed the unsettling silence that pervaded the house. It was a vast, echoing emptiness that seemed to amplify her isolation.

Checking her watch, she saw it was only 7:00 AM. Not a single soul was stirring in the house, a fact that brought her a mixture of relief and disappointment.

Solitude was her companion, but even she sometimes wished for a semblance of normalcy.

"Let's just go to the gym," she muttered to herself, deciding to use the time productively.

She found a maid dusting the furniture and asked for directions to the gym. The maid, accustomed to Y/n's curt and brief interactions, simply pointed her in the right direction without a word.

The gym was expansive and well-equipped, a testament to her stepfather's wealth.

Y/n plugged in her earbuds and let the music drown out her thoughts as she began her workout. The rhythmic clinking of weights and the steady hum of the treadmill became her temporary escape, a way to exert the frustrations and emotions she kept bottled up inside.

An hour passed in a blur of motion and sweat, and she emerged feeling a sense of physical exhaustion that her emotional state craved.

Walking towards the dining room, Y/n's senses were assaulted by the noise of her stepbrothers. Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were already gathered around the table, their presence filling the room with a cacophony of voices.

They were all cold and distant towards her, a sentiment she reciprocated. She had no interest in engaging with them, but her hunger forced her to stay and eat. She took a seat at the far end of the table, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

The breakfast was a strained affair. The clinking of cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation were the only sounds.

Y/n ate quickly, avoiding eye contact and any interaction that wasn't absolutely necessary. Her mother and stepfather soon announced their departure for a date, and her stepbrothers trickled out of the room one by one, off to unknown destinations.

The mansion, with all its grandeur, now felt like a hollow shell. It was too big, too empty, and the silence was oppressive.

Y/n wandered through the halls, her footsteps echoing against the marble floors. She debated what to do with her day, a war raging in her mind between staying in the house and escaping it.

Eventually, she decided on the latter. Retreating to her room, she grabbed her university bag and filled it with a few essentials-some paper, a pen, and a water bottle.

She needed to get out, to breathe fresh air, to feel something other than the cold detachment of her surroundings.

The nearest park was her destination. It wasn't far, and the walk there helped clear her head a bit. She found an empty bench and sat down, pulling out her paper and pen.

The park was a stark contrast to the mansion-alive with the sound of birds, the laughter of children, and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Y/n found solace in the simplicity of it all.

She started writing, losing herself in the flow of words. The act of writing was cathartic, a way to process her thoughts and emotions without having to speak them aloud.

All she wrote was a song, a song in which she poured her feelings

Echoes of Silence

In the mansion of shadows, I walk alone,
Through halls of whispers, and walls of stone.
The echoes of silence are my only friend,
In a house full of strangers, where kindness ends.

I'm lost in the darkness, can't find my way,
Surrounded by faces, but none that stay.
The echoes of silence, they haunt my mind,
In this cold, empty world, where love is blind.

A mother's disdain, a heart of gold turned to rust,
A family of frost, in them I can't trust.
The laughter of brothers, but it's all a façade,
In their eyes, I see ice, in their words, no regard.

I'm lost in the darkness, can't find my way,
Surrounded by faces, but none that stay.
The echoes of silence, they haunt my mind,
In this cold, empty world, where love is blind.

Dreams of escape, but the night always falls,
No warmth in this place, just these endless walls.
I scream in the silence, but no one can hear,
Drowning in shadows, consumed by fear.

I'm lost in the darkness, can't find my way,
Surrounded by faces, but none that stay.
The echoes of silence, they haunt my mind,
In this cold, empty world, where love is blind.

So here in the darkness, I make my stand,
A heart full of sorrow, in a loveless land.
The echoes of silence, my lullaby tonight,
In this mansion of shadows, I fade from sight.

The sun moved slowly across the sky, unnoticed by her as she poured herself onto the paper.

Hours passed in a blur. It was only when the light began to fade that she looked up, realizing that the day was ending.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park and painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The beauty of it was lost on Y/n, who felt a growing sense of melancholy as night drew in.

The park began to empty, and Y/n felt the weight of her loneliness even more acutely. She gathered her things and started the slow walk back to the mansion.

The thought of returning to that cold, empty house filled her with a sense of dread. Her mother and stepfather would likely still be out, and her stepbrothers would be ensconced in their rooms or out with friends.

Re-entering the mansion, the oppressive silence enveloped her once more. She trudged up the stairs to her room, her footsteps heavy.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she collapsed onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The darkness of her room felt different now-no longer comforting, but suffocating.

She closed her eyes, trying to find some semblance of peace, but her mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions.

The day had been an escape, but now the reality of her situation pressed down on her. Her family, such as it was, felt like strangers. The mansion, with all its luxury, felt like a prison.

As the night deepened, Y/n felt a single tear slip down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily, frustrated with herself for this moment of weakness.

But the sadness remained, a persistent ache that refused to be ignored. She turned onto her side, curling up into a ball, and let the darkness envelop her once more.

A/n

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