My Own Heaven ~VKOOK BTS FANFIC~

No.2 Pain And Blood With A Pinch Of Melody

Warning: Beware of the stuff that includes violence and suicidal shit. If you do not want to learn to commit suicide by reading this shit or you don't want to imagine the stuff that you will be reading, please fuck off. But if you want to read, you can go ahead.

J.k.'s P.O.V.

My mom slapped me in the face very hard but I made no reaction. I really hate her. She just can't be as gentle as a mom can be. She pushes me whenever I walk very slow. She pulls my hair so that I will know where she is pointing at or where she wants me to go. I would rather stay for an hour at school instead of being at home. I know she doesn't care about me and that makes me careless about her.

"Can't you do anything right at all? Oi! I need an answer!" She shouted at me with anger. I didn't answer since she will answer her own questions. "What, is it because you are careless?!" Bingo.

"Why can't you just answer?! I'm really tired of answerig my own questions. Alright! Go to your room NOW!"

If she were to explode from all that shoutin' of hers, I would be really happy IF that happens.

I went upstairs and closed the door softly since she will get mad at me again and I have to sleep outside. At least that we she said.

I stripped myself up and placed my used clothes in my laundry basket. I turned on the shower and went in. I let the cold water touch my hair and face. Tears were forming and I held my breath. I tilted my head up and let the water touch my eyelids down to my cheeks.

I was in the shower for like fifteen minutes? I opened my closet and got a long-sleeved plain black t-shirt and green shorts. I wore my underwear then the clothes I got from the closet. I looked at myself in the mirror.

My mouth had a mind of its own. I started giggling then it turned to these crazy laughs of madness. I calmed down and my smile turned into a frown.

Pathetic.

That is what I tell myself. I got out of the bathroom. I got a cutter I bought a few days ago. I went back to the bathroom. I locked my door and faced myself to the mirror again. I pulled my left sleeve up and began to cut my wrist. I felt the pain and it felt like the pain I'm experiencing. I did not care it will cause tetanus. Tears were forming in my eyes again. I stopped. I let the blood drop on the sink. I watched my own blood dripping on my arm to the drain.

It looked like I was from heaven, slowly sliding my way to hell.

The dripping stopped and I got an alcohol bottle from the side. I poured alcohol all over my wound. I felt the pain again. I knew it was healing, but I felt like I was fading. I covered my scar with my sleeve and turned off the light in the bathroom.

I closed the door and lied on my bed. I was bored and I got the perfect idea.

I locked the door of my bedroom and turned on the lamp beside me. I looked under my bed and pulled out a little box. I pulled out a phone that I bought the same day I bought my cutter. It also went with earphones. I saved a lot of money in such a young age. Good thing it was 3G. I inserted my earphones in my ears. I played some songs that could calm me down. I placed it by my side and listened. While I was listening, I was praying that my mom won't disturb me. It would be shit if she did that. I stopped listening since I was feeling sleepy.

I picked up the little box that was at my side. I placed my phone and earphones inside. I placed it in under my bed and layed my head back on the pillow. I wrapped myself with my blanket and led myself to a quiet sleep.