Maybe I'm not Worthless (A Jimin and BTS fic)

Let's do this again

Jimin pov
After that encounter I left for home. I think I've finally realized that I don't forgive them. No matter how I try , what they did to me, it's unforgivable. I was helpless, I never caused any trouble with them, but they still hated me. They put me through years of torture and I don't want to do it anymore. Mom has put me on suicide watch so it looks like I'm stuck in this cruel world for a while. I guess I better get used to it.

The next day at school I didn't get any dirty looks. The only looks I saw were Pity. I hate pity. I walked into class and sat down. Zico turned to me ," hey about yesterday-" I cut him off . For the first time I looked right into his eyes ,"Just don't , I don't care what you or the rest of your crew or anyone else in this school has to say. I don't accept anybody's apology , it's a lost cause so my suggestion is you leave me alone" I muttered before being shushed by the teacher. Zico turned back around and the rest of the period was quiet. The only problem and sound I focused on right now was the thoughts that filled my head. Ive tried to make other people happy. I've tried to make people like me. I've tried to make friends. But nothing , NOTHING, ever worked. The bell rang for next period but I just didn't feel like going.

I walked outside and sat under a shady tree. Why do I let people get to me? It doesn't matter what they think. It's just when I'm around Zico and Namjoon and the others I get scared. I guess years of bullying can do that to you. I tried to take my mind off them and focus on something else. Somehow I came back to my arm. I pulled up the sleeve to see that the scars from a few weeks ago. If you look closely you could see the recent scars and the ones that have been there for years. I heard footsteps in the background so I quickly pulled my sleeve back over my arm. "I'm glad we're not the only ones who skipped class" I looked around. I sighed. Got7.

I was pulled up to my feet by my collar. "You think just because you tried to kill yourself we're gonna stop? Ha not a chance" Jb whispered in my ear before throwing me into the dirt. He hovered over me and on the other member's faces some of them I saw fear, some worry, and some were just laughing. Jb started kicking me in the stomach where I already had many bruises. I didn't want this. This is what I wanted to end. He wouldn't stop. Finally it got to a point where I closed my eyes and I didn't fight any longer. I just let him do what he wanted to me. Finally after an eternity I noticed the kicking stopped.

I opened to my eyes to see Jb being pushed to the ground by Namjoon. I may have been dizzy but I did hear what he said. "Back up. I'm giving you all 3 seconds to leave before I do the same thing to all of you that you did to him." I heard JB's members muttering to eachother while bts and block b stood behind Namjoon. "1," he said.
"....2.....3" by the time Namjoon got to 2 they were already running for their lives. Namjoon walked over to me and I flinched. Would a worse beating come next?

Namjoon pulled me up to my feet. My stomach hurt really bad and it felt like I broke some ribs but from past experience I knew that pain would be even worse. "Are you okay?" Namjoon asked. The others had an expression of worry on their face. I said nothing. I was too tired to do this today. So I did what I always did. I ran. Ran like the pathetic human being I am.