Cinderella (Seventeen)

Pills and Potions

If I write something in bold italic it is what Bora is doing, I can't be bothered switching between POV all the time u get me

Also v touchy subjects and major triggers throughout so pls read with caution and don't read at all if you're sensitive with subjects like this I'm only saying this bc I care

Chapter Forty Nine

T-MINUS 11 HOURS

*Hyolyn's POV*

"You sure you're going to be alright?" Bending down, Seokmin gave me a kiss on the lips. Lingering for a second, I broke away, smiling a little.

"I'll be just fine," I held onto his hand, him giving it a small kids before shrugging his jacket on.

"Call me if you need anything okay? I love you jagiya," quickly pecking my lips again he skipped off laughing. Goon.

"I love you too," I mumbled as Chewy came and sat next to me. 

Noticing something tied to his collar, I have him a quick run between his ears before I untied the string.

Lock the doors Jimin. The windows too... For now.

'You thought it was over?' The same handwriting as I once remembered. That handwriting that terrorised me.

Activate memory files.

Wonwoo's face skipped in my mind, something I had put a block over. For some reason I was now remembering it, yet it doesn't hurt.

Maybe because I have Seokmin now.

Memories I didn't know I had flashes before me. The memories I have of Wonwoo are of betrayal, him not really loving me. Yet... It seemed he did.

And it hurt. Thinking about it hurt.

Type in the sequence.

Maybe I wasn't worthy. I wasn't worthy of him, I definitely wasn't worthy of Seokmin. How does he even put up with me? I'm not pretty. I'm not really talented. I'm just existing.

Turning, I saw another note pinned to the door, with a knife.

'You don't deserve anyone. You don't even deserve life.'

Maybe they're right.

More memories flooded my mind. My father beating me. Him killing me.

I wasn't worth it. I'm not worth anything.

Reading the words again, I felt the put on my stomach grow, realising the truth in the words. I'm not deserving of life.

It took a few moments before I realised what I was doing, closing the bathroom door to the whines of my dog, wiping my cheeks free from tears.

Sliding down, I grinned the note and placed my head on my knees, letting the sobs rack throughout my body.

Why wasn't I enough?

My own dad did not even love me.

Wonwoo played me, I'm not worth of anything.