Re Vel Mente Ξ Yoonmin

Chapter 9 - Flashback

"Jimin! Dinner is ready!" Someone yelled from the distance, sounding like and elderly female. Suddenly Jimin was a kid again, about 10 years of age.
-"Hold on I need to finish talking with my friend!" He yelled back before looking at this kid that seemed a bit older than himself.
None of them seemed entirely happy, there were no smiles or sparks of happiness in their eyes.
"I really hate it here.. I don't understand why others can't see you, nor why mom and dad hates me this much.." Jimin mumbled. But before his friend reached to answer, his dad stepped into the room, grabbing Jimin's arm to pull him up.
He whimpered in pain as he tried to get out of his dad's violent grip but to no succeed as he was dragged towards the stairs.
-"When mother says it's dinner, you show some fucking respect and come right away instead of speaking to your imaginary friends, you damn freak" The dad spoke harshly pushing Jimin to the edge of the steps. As the hand hit his back, he lost balanced and stumbled towards the edge.
He tried stopping his fall but it was too late. In a split second everything spun around him as he tumbled down, feeling every hit on his fragile body before ending at the foot of stairs.

He felt how the tears started to run down his cheeks and his body ached in huge pain. But the dad took no care, he just came to pull Jimin up and drag him to the table. For them to eat as the family they always wished to be but never was.
He didn't want to eat, he just sat there and poked his food as he silently sobbed in despair of what life he had been brought in to. He always asked himself what he had done wrong, why did he deserve a life like this? It wasn't like he chose to be born.

-"Eat the food I wasted my time making for you" His mom suddenly spoke with food in her mouth, pointing her fork at his food.
Jimin just kept silent, he didn't want to eat. It never tasted good anyways..
Suddenly he felt a hard smack in the back of his head, almost making his forehead hit the table if it wasn't for his own reflexes. Was the night really going to go with beating again? Why couldn't they just leave him be? He began sobbing more, he couldn't decide what ached more, his body or his heart that was shattered a long time ago.
People say time heal scars, but if time doesn't allow them to heal, when will it be fixed?

-"Yah!" His dad yelled out annoyed as he smacked Jimin another one. And there something sparked inside Jimin.. Or maybe something else broke, but this time.. This time he spoke back.
"Stop hitting me! If you want me to show r-respect, then respect me first"
But he shouldn't have said that, not to a dad with an awful bad temper. His father snapped and sent a kick to Jimin's side, sending him to the kitchen floor.
As he went down to his son, he grabbed a wooden spatula on his way, the one that was meant to be used for the salad they were eating.

But now it was used to hit Jimin over and over again, bruising his face and arms as he tried to protect himself from the hits. He cried out for him from his mom but she had already left. He cried and cried, begging his dad to stop, but he never listened.. Only when the old wooden spatula finally broke, the dad gave in. He was on top of his son, being out of breath from hitting him for so long. He looked at his son for a while, the son that weren't even sobbing anymore, he was crying his eyes out as he was laying in the defence mode, with closed eyes.
"Aish.." The father mumbled all tired before getting up and went outside for a smoke.

-"Yah Jimin, we need to run away" Someone suddenly spoke. It was his friend again..
"We.. We can't do that Namjoon" Jimin mumbled, not moving his body an inch. It ached so bad.. Why didn't his mom help him?

"What should we do with him Honey?.. He's too much of a trouble, we have tried praying to God but it doesn't help.." His mom suddenly spoke. Jimin could clearly hear the conversation from outside.
-"God made him like this, this is a challenge God gave us"
"But even though you beat him, it doesn't really work, he's just too much of trouble.."
-"At least he keeps quiet after a beating, he doesn't speak nonsense about people that aren't there"
"But I kind of thought.. Is this the right thing to do?"
-"What else can we do? Praying doesn't help us when Jimin doesn't believe it"
"Maybe we should just get rid of him.."

"...Min! Jimin! Yah Jimin! Wake up, it's not time to die from an overdose yet!"
And so Jimin woke up, he was an adult once again and sitting on the cold bathroom floor.
"Call for an ambulance" Namjoon patted his shoulder, he was the only one being by his side at the moment. He was the only person that had stayed by his side his whole life.
-"Yet you say.." Jimin mumbled as he searched his pockets for his phone to call for help.