Imperfection (Vhope fan fiction 18+)

School

(WARNING: 18+ content is in this chapter, if you can't handle mature scenes please don't continue to read.)

Have you ever woke up in the morning, not wanting to do anything. You don't want to get up, you don't want to go to school, you don't want to see or talk to people...have you ever felt that way? That's how I feel every day.

The agonizing realization or waking up, looking in the mirror and hating yourself, have you ever felt that? Having the first thing you see in the morning is your face and it hurts to just look at it.

Hating life, dreading it so much that you don't want to live on earth, that's how much I hate it. Why do you think someone so worthless as I am should be able to breathe? I don't know either.

As I got up from my bed, I looked to a side seeing my dreaded face and turn my head away from the mirror. I wondered why I kept that mirror there, was it to remind myself of how horrible I always looked, did I want to tease myself and make myself suffer? In reality I didn't even know myself.

I then got to my closet and started taking out my school uniform and put it on. Putting on my uniform didn't hurt in a physical way, but in a mental way. If you want me to explain how, it's like when I wear my school uniform, they're making sure all of us dress the same meaning they're putting us all as equal, but are we really?

Are the people who get better grades then the people who don't, are they really on the same level? The people who are good at sports, are they on the same level as the people who can't even kick a ball? What about the people who bully others, are they the same as the people who are actually getting hurt and are struggling in pain...do you get me?

After I put my dreadful uniform on, I went to the washroom where I washed up, combing my hair, brushing my teeth, the normal routine that I do.

Once everything was done, I walked to the front door to put on my shoes and left the house. As I was walking to school, it was very dark out. I don't leave my house to get to school at a normal time. I leave at five in the morning because I hate traffic and I take the bus to school.

Having people touch me feels weird, even if it is that they're trying to squeeze onto a bus because there's no room. It's uncomfortable and if I leave for school later, that's what I'll have to face.

The bus ride, including the train takes an hour and once I got to school, no one was there. I was always the first one at school no matter what day it was.

Doing homework that I never finished the day before is what I usually did since I always got to school so early, so that was something to pass the time.

As time passed and people started coming to school, the volume in the school increased and everyone was screaming, laughing and talking to their friends before school started, but I didn't have friends. No one to talk to, no one to scream with...no one to laugh with.

"Look who's here this early in the morning" a kid in my class says in a snarky smile. This boys name was Minjun. He and his two other friends usually picked on me. They were like the kids in school you don't mess with. They smoke, drank and rebelled a lot.

Minjun of course was the leader of their small group. He did most of the talking and was rumoured to get into a lot of fights. His two other friends names were Joowon and Junseo.

Joowon was like Minjun's second best man, if Minjun wasn't talking it was Joowon. Even though Minjun was the leader of their small group, Joowon was the one who fought the most out of all three of them so every day he had a different bruise in a different place.

The last member of their group was Junseo and I don't think I ever heard him speak, once. It's not like Minjun would force him not to speak or anything, he was just a quiet person in general. If the teacher asked him a question he wouldn't answer, he just didn't talk for some odd reason.