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After changing into them pyjamas you brush your hair and Dutch braid it. You have long, dark, silky hair that ran down to your butt. you walk to your seating under the window and open the window letting the cold, moist air into your quiet room. You watch outside until you see a dark figure leave jungkooks house. Your eyes follow it until you see it was Jungkook walking to your house. You quickly shut your Window and turn your lamp off leaping into bed. Pretending to be asleep you hear 3 loud knocks on the door then the door open then shut and him walking up the stairs. Your door opens and shuts it again strolling over the empty side of the bed and getting in. His buff, warm hands wrap around you holding you tightly, his face in the nook of your neck.
"I'm so sorry for everything I have done, I will try to be a better person towards you I promise" Jungkook says with teary eyes
Without knowing a tear rolls down your cheek and you jungkook back snuggling into him for warmth. You couldn't sleep that night neither could Jungkook. The two of you were just talking and laughing along. Both of you were cuddling and smiling. This was the first time in a while you have ever felt happiness.
"Its too warm" you say wriggling around trying to get comfy.
When wriggling around your hand brushes off of jungkooks crotch and he groans. You look at him and he turns around in embarrassment.
"Umm s-sorry.." you cover your face in embarssment.
The next day.
You wake up and Jungkook is gone. You're so tired.
You get up and do your morning routine. You wear your hair in Dutch braids, put your uniform on and then start walking to school.
You walk into the school gates and you see Amber there waiting for you. She picks you up by the collar and takes you to the closet of doom (this is where she would always beat you up) on the way Suho gasps and follows you two. inside of the closet was Jungkook making out with a girl exchanging saliva and doing the deed. You look away and amber tears up and slaps the girl across the face and runs away. They break apart a large string of saliva hanging from their plumb, red lips. Simply, you just walk away minding your own business. Your heart kind of breaks from what happened last night to now. But you had to stay strong. You knew it was too good to be true. He didn't really like you. I bet he was doing it so he didn't get in trouble all of the times he beat me up and called me names. You walk to homeroom and continue with your day. Nothing happened that day but you just walk home feeling like shit. As you get in the door you begin to break down. Your heart hurt. You was tired of being played.
Crawling up the stairs you get into your bedroom and slam the door you lock it and slither on the floor to your window seating and sat there, crying, hugging your knees.
"Why does he have to be like this?"
"Why does he have to treat me like this"
"I thought I liked him"
"I thought he liked me.."
"All lies..."
"Everyone lies to me!"
"I was used and threw away.."
You grab your pocket knife from your bag and pull the sleeve of your uniform up. Tears start streaming down your face and you slice into your, pale, weak skin.
" I don't want to live anymore.."
You take another strike and hiss in pain holding your arm. Being distracted, you cut to deep revealing a tenement. The bleeding became heavier and you go into the bathroom and wash your arm. You have to bite a towel to stop yourself from screaming. The pain was excruciating. Your arm was in thriving pain. Wobbling down stairs you grab a first aid kit. Your vision was blurry. Looking for the disinfectant you grab it and spray it on screaming in pain. It stung like hell.. tears form in your eyes. Your body was getting weaker so you sat on a chair and searched for a sewing needle and thread. You grab it and begin to try to close the deep wound. Failing miserably your arm was loosing too much blood and you came pale. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and you fall to the floor, your arm opening up again, releasing more blood. There was a puddle of blood on the floor. The last thing you remember seeing was a figure walk over to you and pick you up.
