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yoongi, bully (i)

this story is is quite distressing, so please do not read if you are triggered by suicide, self harm etc. 

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everyday is exactly the same - shit. 

your life is utter misery because of one person - min yoongi, but his friends call him suga.

you pray to god every night to not let you wake up in the morning, but he never listens...who does?

you wake up to the sound of your mother and father screaming at each other about bills and how they couldn't pay them due to your father's gambling addiction.

you look over to see the time and it's 7am, so you do the usual business and leave the house.

"bye y/n" your mother says with tears in her eyes, probably because of your dad.

"bye" you reply in a cold tone. 

honestly, you didn't feel anything towards them. why? because they were the reason your sister committed suicide

your sister would always protect you from the hits your parents were giving out, she would also stand up to the bullies at your school, but now... she's gone. 

all she left behind was a suicide letter telling you to keep strong and never do what she did. 

you get to school and head straight towards your classroom because you know if you walk too slow, you'll probably see the last person you wanted to see.

you surprisingly made it to your classroom without trouble, but you spoke too soon.

before you enter the classroom, someone trips you up and you fall flat on your face.

"o-oww" you wince in pain as you clutch your face, your nose profusely bleeding. 

you look up to see no other than min yoongi and his friends.

"aww y/n's gonna cry" he smirked, towering over your vulnerable body.

keep calm y/n. remember the letter, keep strong. you turn around to enter the classroom, but then you heard something that made you snap.

"yah y/n! why don't you do us all a favour and follow in your sister's footsteps and kill yourself? she probably did it because of you, so why don't you join her?" he scoffed while laughing with his mates.

you turn around with tears falling and punch him in the jaw. everyone gasps and you run out of school, not caring about anybody... not even yourself.

you run all the way home and climb up to your bedroom window quietly, hoping your parents didn't hear you. you take your razor blade, something you hadn't used in years, and slowly start cutting.

you hadn't done this in a while, so after the first cut all the memories came back and you was addicted to it once again. every time you cut all the pain drained out of you like the blood that dripped out. 

this is what you wanted yoongi. and I'm sorry sister...

you furiously sliced every space you could find and it hurt like crazy but you strangely feel the painful memories being relieved at the same time. you look in the mirror and see your arms and thighs, stained with blood.

you lay on you bed, not caring about the sheets or if they get drenched in blood. your eyelids gradually become heavier and your vision gets blurrier and darker as every minute passes. It felt peaceful knowing you wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

you finally fall into eternal sleep and your last breath was taken....

goodbye.

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