Crazy

Next part of life...

My life still sucks, I wish I wasn't here on earth, but what good does it do to think of suicide, it just makes you suffer more. I have scars, scars that will be with me forever and these scars can be seen. These scars are the scars I make and only I can fix them...

Jimin's poverty;
I starred in the mirror, admiring my work I had done the night before. I looked around my atmosphere, bottles of alcohol lay everywhere, as well as my blood stained clothes. I soon just walked out of the bathroom heading down stairs to see what my dad wanted me to do today. Since the accident, he has gotten worse. He drinks everyday, he smokes and has gotten in the habit of bringing women home every night, a lot younger women. I'm 15 now, a smart ninth grader who is still very quiet but talented. My dad said he would use my talents to get money and he has. I am now a trainee at Big Hit entertainment, which is one of the many entertainments here in Korea. As I got down stairs I saw my dad packing up boxes. In order for me to become a full time trainee, I have to learn how to speak English.  " Jimin can you go get me that glass?" he said.  I nodded and went to get it. I gave it to him and he put it into the box and tapped it up. " Jimin listen, this is very important to me, so don't screw up, got it" he said sternly. " I know dad, I'm not going to let anything get in my way, trust me" I said so sure of my self. " Good, now go up and finish packing your room, one of my friends is going to be here soon" he said smirking. " Already on my way up" I yelled at the top of the stairs. I got to my room and locked the door. What he doesn't know is that I finished packing last night. I grabbed my phone and put on my black converse high tops. I slowly opened the window and climbed on the roof. I jumped off and started running down the street. I knew I was going to have a bad night so I needed to be at a place I feel safe at. I opened the door to the dance studio and I saw Bomi the desk clerk. " Hey Jimin, same amount of time?" She asked. I always rented out a dance studio. I looked at her and smile and nodded. She checked me in and I went to the room. I took my sweat shirt off and I looked at myself in the mirror. "God why was I born to be so ugly" I thought as I turned on my music. I let my body move to the flow in the music, every time I dance I get totally sunken into the music, it's like being drunk without any drinking. Oh how I wish my career turns out the way I want, perfect.