Warm Bodies.

Kitty Go Meow

I have no clue what to name these chapters/pages any more

Taehyung P.O.V.

I plopped down on my bed and shut my tired eyes. "Meow," I hear from across my room. My kittens are probably hungry. I got back up and searched the house for their mother. Kind of like how I looked for my mother when I was younger, but she was "too busy". I find her under a couch and grab her. I drag her to her babies and lay her down. They scuttle to her belly and suckle. 

I lay back down. My eyes shut once again and I fall into a deep sleep.

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"No, please. Not again..." I whimper as my eyes shoot open. "Please no, no more. I'll be a good boy, I will.. I promise. Please stop. Please...." I can't control my movements and I writhe in nonexistent pain. The tears and sweat soak my bed and hair. I can't move my body after a while, and I calm down a bit. 

Breathing heavily and slowly, I close my eyes and slowly get up, but fall due to my weakness. I re-open them and practically crawl to my bathroom. I get up, I look in the mirror. My eyes red, my cheeks stained with the salty dew, my hair a damp mess, and I notice a bruise on my chin. I must have hit myself some how. 

I rinse my face and run my small, pale fingers through my white silk hair. I sniffle and realize, I'm still in my clothing from school. I walk back into my room and change into proper clothing for bed time. An over-sized T-shirt and boxers that reveal all the scars and pain I went through. I lay back down and I'm soon joined my a few warm, fluffy, cuddly kittens. 

These attacks, I've had for about ten years. They aren't exactly night terrors, I don't ever remember anything bad happening in the dreams that they follow. I look over at my alarm clock, 2:35 am. I just sigh and close my eyes for the, what; third or fourth time? The purring of the kittens calms me even more and I fall back to sleep.

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It's weird, I've always needed an animal to calm me in these situations. First it was a puppy, then a bunny, then a hamster, a fox, an owl, a hedgehog, a guinea pig, and now kittens. Maybe next time, it'll be a human.

Anyways, my alarm goes off at 5:20 am every morning. I get up and get ready like any normal human being. I like to take walks in the morning when the sunrise is happening. So, I take a walk and study the nature and every little detail so I can draw it later at school. I spot an owl perched on a branch, still hunting for small mice. I study it without him noticing my presence. I quickly check the pockets of my jacket to find my paper and pencil. I sketch the beautiful creature as quickly as I possibly can.

Then I feel that I should get to school soon. I run back to my house and grab my school supplies and dash out the front door. I have to leave every day at around 5:40 am so I can get to school on time. I run to school and make it by ten minutes. 

I'm panting like a dog, and Jin notices me. "Hey, Taehyung. What's wrong?" He sees that I'm exhausted. "I had to run to school," I tell him the truth. "Oh, that sucks.. I hate running." I chuckle a bit, "Yeah, well my p- I mean, foster parents have work at 4 am," I explain. "You're fostered? What happened to your biological parents?" He asks about the sensitive topic. "Uhh.." He interrupts, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," his voice concerned. We sit down on a bench. "No, I should tell someone. Plus I feel like I've known you forever even though we met just yesterday." He nods understandingly.

"Well first off, my mother was a drug addict. She was a prostitute.." I sigh. "She... she had me with some random man she hooked up with. Well she had my half brother before me. You know Baek?" Jin nods a yes. "He's me half brother. Anyways, as I got older like 5 years, some of the men my mother was entertaining... They.. uh they started paying to come for m-" I hadn't realized tears were running down my face. Jin rubbed my back, "You can stop, if you want to." I shook my head, "Those sick men started paying to fuck me, not my mom, not Baek, but me. Because I apparently looked more like a girl. Most of those men were pedophiles. Some hit me and abused me and did terrible, terrible things to my body." I paused.

"It continued until I turned 13. Then, a man came in, not to fuck with me. He took a picture of me.. I was emaciated and bruised up badly. He said, "Little boy, do you need help?" I nodded a nervous yes and he kept talking, "I'll be back for you okay?" He smiled a sad, sad smile and tears ran down his pale face. He was the first man that never lied to me. He came back and got me out of there. Baek was already out of there.. he ran away, without me."

I was bawling as Jin hugged me. "It's okay, TaeTae," he rubs circles on my back. But I had to get it all out, "But before Baek ran, some men would make me and him do things... Things no brothers should ever be made to do to each other. My mom died of an overdose when I was 11.... I lived by myself then, I kept doing things with those men, to make money, to survive. When that man who saved me, he was a white man, I came on to him like I wanted it. But he kept saying no. His name, which I'll never forget, was Noah Jackson." 

"Oh Tae, you poor poor thing. I'm sorry for what happened to you. You didn't deserve any of that." Tears also fell from his light brown eyes. "No, Jin don't cry, don't be sorry. You don't have to do anything for me."

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My eyes were puffy, bloodshot, and they burned. Students stared and Teachers kept to themselves, not knowing what happened. 

During fourth period, Jungkook tapped my shoulder. I looked up at him. "Here, you dropped this in my car yesterday," he whisper while handing my a piece of paper. It was one of my drawings, "Thanks." I smiled a bit. He saw my eyes and his smile faded. "What's wr-" The teacher cut him off, "Jungguk, when did World War I and World War II begin?" Jungkook froze. "Umm, WWI started 1914 and WWII in 1939?" The teacher glared at him, "You, Mr. Jungguk, are very very rrrrrrrrrrrrrright." Jungkook sighed in relief. I couldn't help but giggle. 

"Mr. Taehyung, no laughing in my class," he joked as he was smiling. "What famous 5th century A.D. conqueror was known as 'The Scourge of God?" He asked me. "Atilla the Hun," I answered. The teacher raised one of his eyebrows. "I didn't expect you to know that, it's okay." I gave him a confused look, "You got it right!" He laughed a little.

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The day went by normally, Jimin being jelous of Jungkook talking to me and Everyone else being nice. It was pretty boring... I lied to Jungkook about what was wrong. I regret it.

LOOK AT FETUS TAE HE'S SOO GODDAMN CUTE... HE STILL IS