(WARNING!!!!!! This contains bad bullying, talks about blood but doesn't describe, suicidal thoughts, etc. If you don't like this stuff, I suggest you skip this chapter, unless you don't want to. But, this was requested by @Saphire_Angel312. This will be cheesy. I have bad writers block right now... sorry ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) Yoosung's not really in here too. Ugh, my brain needs fixed.)
Laterz! ( T_T)＼(^-^ )
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"(Y/N)? (Y/N)? (Y/N)?!"
"Huh, um, yes?" you say snapping out of your thoughts.
"I was asking of what we should do for our project, since we're doing the same major. But... are you ok? You've been spacing out way more than usual?"
Yoosung was right. You've been spacing out more because the bullying has gotten worse. It was just emotion pain, but now it's physical. You haven't told anybody about it yet. Well, except Yoosung. You told him not to tell anyone about being emotionally bullied, the only thing he doesn't know, is that they are starting to physically hurt you.
"I'm fine. Really, I promise." Yoosung gave you the 'are you sure' look.
"I promise, if something is really wrong, I'll tell you," you said giving him a fake smile so he could believe you.
"Ok, fine... But what should we do about this project? I mean, should we find a test subject, or what."
"First of all, no test subjects, that would be bad. And second, I will go with any ideas of yours... as long as they are reasonable, though," you said as you nudged his shoulder.
Finally classes ended and you had to go back to your dorm. But as you were walking home, you heard someone behind you. You quickly turned around, just in case if it was one of your bullies, to defend yourself. And you were right, a girl with short (h/c) just like yours and purple eyes. She's the one that bullies you the most. She always wanted to hurt you, but you couldn't do it back, you weren't much of a fighter. You didn't like hurting other people. Even if you really want to, you just couldn't, it would be a huge burden for you. So all you did was defend for yourself.
"Hey, (Y/N). Come here, I wanna show you something," she said in a sweet but evil voice.
"I-I don't want to," you mumble.
"Fine, if you won't, then I'll make you."
All of the sudden, three boys and two girls come out from behind trees and bushes. No wonder you felt like eyes were watching your every move.
"You're going to ambush me? How pathetic, just for your own satisfaction, you want to hurt me emotionally and physically. You're a coward, you know that? Getting your gang to hurt me, or they hold me down while you hurt me," you said confidently, but scared inside.
Ever since she met you and started to dislike you, she's been hurting you physically. You didn't mind the others, because they just hurt you emotionally, but she takes it too far. The last time she hurt you was when you were showing up to school way early, and then she pushed you face first into the ground and dragged you the rest of the way by your hair as you were resisting. Well, her boyfriend was doing it.
"If you want, (Y/N)-san, we can just move on with our lives if you come to me. I won't hurt you, only, unless you disobey," she said giving you a sly evil smirk.
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Mystic Messengers ≫ *One Shots*/Scenarios/~Texts~
Fanfiction"Paint me like one of your French girls." "But I don't paint..." "Shush! Just do it!" "I also don't know any French girls..." "I give up!" -•- That intro has nothing to do with the book, I just wanted it there because it was funny, lol. This is just...
