The Ones Who Stray From The Omelas||k.th/j.jk (REWRITING)

One

K.TH POV

My eyes darted around. I could see them. They were watching me. They always watched but never helped. I looked around at the only room I've known. It was dark, small and smelt only how I could assume to be horrible. I've grown too big for this room but they can't move me. The last child died in here. I'm currently 18 years old but they won't take me out. They try to kill me every day but my body won't give up.

I hear a light noise and huddle into the corner. They're coming for me again. I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears but it doesn't help. I weep out loud. I feel my body shake as if it was weeping for me.

They all walk in. I can hear their footsteps like crashing waves. Some people turn away in horror, others watch in pity but nobody does anything. I can see my food. It's cornmeal again. The guard drops the bowl in front of me, not caring if it spilt.

"Eat it" she commands and I look down at it. If I didn't eat now I'd be starved. I lift my hand off my legs to grab what I could before shoving it in my mouth.

"That's it. Eat it like the animal you are" she spits and walks away, her blonde hair flowing as she does so. I could tell she had no pity on me. Her green eyes were filled with hatred, something I had for everyone who walks into this building.

All the people that came in were filing out as if they hadn't seen anything. I knew they couldn't help me. It would break their world. I would just like to know if someone, anyone, would be willing to try.

I look back down at the cornmeal in front of me. It's starting to smell and I can tell it isn't fresh. I pick up the small portion that's left and engulf it. I look to my arms and legs. I hope for one day they can be normal, o look like everyone else's.

I'm afraid. Afraid that I won't get out. Afraid that if I do get out I will be hunted. Afraid that the person who saves me will do it not for me, but for themselves. That I'll come back to a place like this. Us children that have been placed down here have never ending fear. Our lives are worth nothing and we know that. The slightest light, the smallest noise, startles us. All we've seen is darkness, all we know is cornmeal and all we think about is death.

I've awaited my death for years. I know it's soon. I can feel my body giving out. My blonde locks are starting to fall out. I can tell my face is caving in. Before I got put here I was told I was beautiful. If only they could see me now. Then would they realise what they did to me? The pain they caused me by letting them take me that day.

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Authors Note:
Jungkook will be introduced soon but they won't meet until later. I don't want to rush this book and would like to publish it a few chapters at a time. Also, I can't write and don't use a lot of literary devices I could use, sorry.