Hoseok sat on his bed and sighed.
It was yet another day of torture, another day of school.
Quickly and silently, he tip toed to his bathroom and brushed his teeth gently but fast.
He showered fast, so fast that each move of the scrub on his body makes a squeak sound.
He dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist and looking himself at the mirror.
He made a disgusted face.
He looked at his thighs that were almost skin and bones and on his tummy, showing his ribs.
He almost puked when he saw his face at the mirror, covered in purple bruises and some little cuts.
He shivered at the sight before him.
He felt disgusted at his self and his own body.
So fucking fat and ugly.
He thought to himself.
With a sigh, he put on some really big sweaters and some ripped jeans.
He runned downstairs and straight to the door, not even bothering to the sound of the everyday fights of his parents.
With a sad face, he runned to the dark streets at three o'clock in the morning to get some fresh air.
To clear his mind, and to get away from the pain and abuse.
He wants to forget.
But his brain is just as fucked up as his life is.
He cant escape.
Cant escape from the unacceptable reality of his life.
Im back :')
But ehem...i need someone to do the cover for me please.
