Spectator

Day Seventeen.

I fled from the intimidating faces I saw.

I was never with so many people before.

I always wondered how it would be to have a social life.

But when I did,

It got on my nerves.

I squeezed myself between 2 lockers.

I was still so skinny.

I had to eat more.

At first I thought it would be a disadvantage because of street fights.

But it's a advantage now.

I heard Namjoons voice.

"Hobi! Where are you?! Everything is ok! Come out!"

I didn't move or make a sound.

"This is all your fault guys. He's new! Give him some time to adjust ok?"

"But he came so sudden! You can't expect us to let him be apart of us so fast!"

"Guys, I know. But he's had a bad and scary past, ok?"

So it's all pity.

I don't need it.

I heard the footsteps leaving.

And I stood up from my hiding spot.

I don't need all of this.

I never did.