home 11:79pm
I thought about what the queenka said.
go die.
well what a great suggestion.
but.
I'm too scared.
too scared to pull the trigger.
too scared to tie the rope.
too scared of heights.
too scared to do anything.
but I have to.
no choice.
I just have to it.
I made the decision when my dad was abusing me.
I mean, there is no reason.
"you killed her! you killed her! you killed her!!"
he started to get even more violent, every second.
after an hour of getting harshly abused, getting fresh cuts. i ran away from home, with my limbs all weak, blood running every down my body.
"ouch!"
I fell on the ground in pain. seems like I'm in the park now.
12:50am
I sat on bench, crying.
"y/n!"
wonwoo.
what is he doing here at 12:50 am?
"are you okay? why do you look beaten up? did someone hurt you?"
I cried louder. I was wailing.
he brought me and and hugged me.
that moment was a special moment for me.
he whispered kind and nice words in my ears. my cries soften up.
"can I just die? please. it will be better if I do."
"no. don't die."
does he mean it?
well
shit
things are already gettin' real
GOTTA LUHAN!
YOU ARE READING
alone
Fanfictionshe always thought she was alone. forgotten. not cared about. but then he came. thinking of doing some of my sad/angsty stories like this.
