Not Weak. Weak Without You.

Stories

-Jungkook pov-

"Hey..." I softly said. I don't speak alot anymore, ever since that one day. I don't talk to anyone, but with this girl. She gave off the feeling that made me feel safe, calm... Even happy.

"Why?" she asked her head leaving back onto the tree with her eyes closed

"Why... What?" I asked looking at her and every inch of her face. Just staring at her made me gave a little hope

"Why do you keep staring at me? Why are you following me?! You can follow anyone but you choose me!" She had an annoyed tone as her eyes shot open looking at me

"Because... You look different from the others. You remind me of me." I awnserd still staring

"Well look... We might be wearing similar clothes but other than that your no where close to being like me." She looked down at her feet and stuffed her hands into her sweaters pockets

"How do you know that... We could have the same storie." I spoke breaking the silence

"Really?! Well I highly doubt that." She looked at me and I could tell she was annoyed

"I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours." I said and she just sighed

"You first." She spoke now sitting facing me with her legs reached up to her chest and arms wrapped around them

"When I was smaller my parents would argue alot, my father would beat my mother and I couldn't do anything about it because she told me not to stop him leave he would hurt me. One day once I was nine he started to beat her and I had enough, I got one of his empty beer bottles and started to beat him. My mother pulled me back and told me to go up stairs and hide. Once that happened I hid inside a closet that had some rats and roaches but I heard my mother scream... He killed her. I heard him curse and run out the house taking the car and left to anywhere. I went downstairs to see my mother dead on the floor, surrounded in her own pool of blood. I cried but the police came, I knew that I would be accused of it so I ran into the forest in hope to find somewhere. I did I found a little house that some old lady had she brought me in and now I can a 'brother' that hates me and beats me up. I can't run away from there because the old lady take's car of me and feeds me. If I did run away I would have no one and nothing." I felt no emotion telling my story, after all I don't feel emotions any more because nothing makes me happy all I feel is sadness

"Your right. Our stories match in a little way." She sat closer to me still with her legs up to her chest

"Your turn." I said and she breathed in before talking

"My whole family turned against me. I was a disgrace to my family because I didn't want to follow in there foot steps and one day take over for there company. So they kicked me out, but before they did my father yelled at me the they never loved me. My mother and two brothers stood there shaking there heads in disgust.
I ran anywhere with my belongings running into the forest just like you did. Now I live in a abounded house that has everything you could think of that is gross. I have no one. Not even a friend. Each morning I wake and each time I go to sleep I can hear my father screaming those words he told me before." She sat there frozen showing no emotion either and as she moved her arm a little I saw on her wrist there was cuts.

"You... Harm yourself..." I asked grabbing her wrist gently turning it over to see healed scars but there still there

"I used to... Not anymore... I don't have emotions anymore so I stopped because I dont cry over anything now." She said taking her wrist back to herself and pulled her sweater sleeve over it

"I used to to... I stopped and because my brother beats me so that take the pain... Also like you I don't have emotions.." I showed her my wrist that had faint scars that you could see but there almost fully healed