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Date: 05 Sep, 2024
< Author's POV >
"Argg," a groan left Y/N's mouth as she slowly got up and grabbed her head in pain. She looked at her surroundings and found herself on the floor. She started thinking hard, and soon she remembered everything: what happened at the university, in the house, how Yoongi slapped her and slut-shamed her, how Jungkook almost killed her, how he and others wished to see her dead, and how he didn't look at her when she hit the table. She let her tears fall, crying her heart out without caring about anything or anyone.
When she left India, she thought her life would be better here. But when she came here and the way Yoongi behaved with her, she felt hurt. After that, when everyone started behaving rudely with her, especially what happened yesterday, it broke her more. Yesterday was the day she started regretting ever coming here, trusting them, everything, every single thing.
Now she even started regretting trusting Haneul and Myeong. She hated everyone around her. She felt like no one was there for her, everyone was fake. In the end, everyone just wanted to hurt her. She was already broken, and now they were breaking her more. She was just broken pieces right now, pieces that couldn't be fixed, no matter how much anyone tried. Everyone was breaking her so badly that she couldn't even fix herself, just like Jungkook said yesterday.
She wiped her tears and slowly got up, her whole body trembling from weakness. She walked to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was messy, and there was a slap mark on her right cheek. Her forehead was cut, with dried blood. She touched the cut and hissed in pain. After cleaning her forehead and taking a bath, she got ready and sat on the bed, staring silently out the window.
Her phone rang, interrupting the silence. She glanced at the caller ID: it was Eun. She sighed and hesitantly picked up the call.
"Yes. E-"
"Y/N, are you okay? Did you eat something? Should we go to the doctor? Do you want me to come over? Did something happen at home? Did y-" Eun bombarded her with questions, not giving her a chance to reply.
