The wind was blowing, but voices were heard over the chilly breeze. Yelling broke the silence of the dead night. Something crashing and breaking brought an ear piercing sound to a crowded house. Then something happened.....
A young man, in his teens, came running out the crowded house. He fell flat on his face. Groaning at a pain that shot through him he leaned against a tree. Others ran out to see what was wrong, and that's when they saw the state.
He had blood on his clothes, not his, but a lot of it was. He was also choking on his own blood, not moving, not breathing.........
He was dead......
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A hand popped out of the ground, a human hand. It slowly started to dig around the arm, and then reveling a young man in his teens, covered in dirt and grass. He had blonde hair that was almost white, bags under his eyes, and clothes that had a bunch of holes everywhere. With a yawn then a sigh, he stood up and stretched his body.
"Damn I want to go back to sleep." He mumbled to himself walking in some direction. He looked around and stopped in his tracks. He turned around and found he was in a graveyard, with tombstones and all.
He looked where he came from.
Min Yoongi
17
Born: March 9, 1993
Died: March 9, 2010
Loved by no one
He let out a sigh and sat in the dirt.
"Fucking bitch, I'm dead!"
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Cold Hearted (YoonMin)
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