Broken [DISCONTINUED]

- Chapter One -

Seokjin laid on his bed, his thoughts wild as he hears the shouts of his own parents and his younger brother, Yoongi.
"He doesn't know does he, how worthless he is! He shouldn't be alive!" Tears sprang to his eyes as Yoongi sneered at their parents. He often thought about committing suicide but he somehow never had the strength to do it. Scars littered his wrists, stomach and upper thighs from the constant self harm. Everyday there was new scars; he always hid his self harm scars - he never told anyone. He never had any friends as its always been him and his deadly thoughts. His dangerous thoughts often kept him awake at night and most nights he never slept. There were times when he starved himself for several days before giving in and the whole cycle would start again.

At school, the torture was just as bad as it was at home. The constant bullying and teasing often pushed him to the brink. He soon blocked out the bullying and teasing so it sounded like an annoying buzz to him. His usual daily insults included: "You're a disgusting mistake", "You're a worthless person who doesn't deserve to live" and "Why are you even alive?"

His daily life is a struggle and he often goes home in tears. The torture continues the second he steps into his "home" - a place that shouldn't be called a home.

"Oi! Don't you have something you should be doing?" Yoongi yelled as Seokjin walked inside. This often happens - almost everyday. Yoongi and their parents treat Seokjin as if he's their personal servant when he's at home. Yoongi is the opposite to Seokjin: popular and worshipped by their parents. Because of this, Seokjin doesn't consider himself a child of theirs but as abandoned child that they are forced to look after.

His parents have planned everything for Seokjin when he leaves school: he will become his parents full-time slave. He hates it but he's learnt to keep quiet and deal with it in silence. In reality, all Seokjin wants to do is leave Korea and travel the world and maybe migrate to another country. Australia seems nice, he often thinks. He secretly plans ways of getting out of his household while his parents sleep. He plans to get a job, be a backpacker and just travel the world.

He has changed his mobile number several times but they manage to get it out of him. He realises he'll have to escape during the early hours of the morning while his parents and Yoongi are asleep.

"SEOKJIN! Come here you worthless piece of shit!" His so-called mother (eomma) yells from downstairs. He sighs and dumps his school bag in his room before going to her aid. He knocks on her door before walking in.
"Yes ma'am?" He wasn't allowed to call her "eomma". He could only call her "ma'am" or "my lady" but he prefers to call her "ma'am" instead of "my lady" as he finds it unnatural to call her that.

"Go and get me a coffee. Now!" She demands as he bows before walking out and leaving to the kitchen to make her a coffee. He sighs quietly to himself as he made his "eomma" a coffee before taking it to her and leaving her. Just as he left, she yelled out to him, "Get back here! You ain't finished with me yet. Massage my feet. They hurt." He took all of his self-control not to roll his eyes as he kneeled in front of her feet. Mind you, they stunk! Again, it took all of his self-control not to gag from the stench.

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It was late at night when Seokjin finally got some time alone. He shut his bedroom door and looked around his small room with the small amount of possessions he owns. He goes into his private bathroom - one of the only luxuries his "parents" gave him. He stares at his reflection in the mirror - dark circles under his dark and soulless eyes. He takes off his shirt, hundreds of small white and red scars littered his stomach from the constant self-harm and his ribs poked out from under his pale white skin. He sighs in disgust from what he has done to himself but realises there's nothing he can do about it. Tears threatened to spill as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror. He sighs and blinks to stop himself from crying. He strips before stepping into the shower, the hot water stinging his new cuts from the night before. He hisses in pain but welcomes it at the same time.