Selcouth | Yoongi

Prologue

"Please! It wasn't me who do it! Please trust my words for once!", I yelled out loud.

"Y/n,you know that you're a Witch, right? Ugly, a bitch and a very bad liar. Why do I need to believe you?", Said my teacher, with a large smirk on her lips.

I give up. It's useless.

"See,you're the one who punched our school model, Park Chorong", Again,that smirk formed on her lips that I really want to wipe it out.

"I didn't do anything wrong. She started it first. She was just acting so-", a loud slap land on my cheek from her.

"Don't you dare say that our school model is cheater. We all know you're the one who beat her."

That's the sign I should keep my mouth shut. I cry in silent. I can't do anything to clear my name.

"Give me your hands.", Mrs Oh said.

I just gave up and take out my hands. I'm waiting a thin wooden come land onbmy hands until it make a new scar again.

The room only filled with the sound of my hands kissed roughly by a thin wooden.

"Oh,Miss Witch. You can't go easily. I want you to clean every class in this block. Don't try to escape or I'll make you suffer in different way. You should be thankful because I won't call your parents.", Is she for real? She told me to clean every classes in this block?

I think my life hates me too. I don't think I should live. What's the point I get when I'm still breathing? I should die.

"Yes m-madam.", I stuttered.

"Now get the fuck out of my office. I don't want your dirty breath filled into my room.", She said while look at me in disgusted.

I obeyed her without saying anything.

Can I die while cleaning the classes? I wish.

I start cleaning all classes with my the wound on my hands. It does hurt but it has become my habit. For me, this just a bit.

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I really hope I can faint to death now but no.... I'm still alive! Why can't I just die when other people is killing me slowly? It hurts!

I've cleaned all the classes until- I don't know. It's nearly night. I need to get home before my step parents back.

I get my backpack and ran as fast as I could.

Good thing my home is not far enough from school. Just 1 kilometer from here. I sighed in relief because my step parents aren't here yet. I open the door and quickly change to a comfortable outfit.

I quickly make a dinner for them. I'm the only one step daughter they have. I really want a sister or brother so I won't be lonely.

"WHERE'S THE DINNER, SUCKER!?", I startled out of the sudden voice came out from my step mother mouth. They came home early this time. Thank god the dinner just finished exactly on time.

"Welcome back home,mother,father. Here's the dinner I made just for both of you.", I said in the most soft voice I tried.

"Get off, bitch. I'm hungry." My step father push me harshly until I fell.

"Tch. Weak." He said while looking at me with full disgusted in his eyes.

"Give me water.", My step mother ordered. I quickly get some orange juice and give to her.

"Go away! We need some air to eat. I'll lost my appetite just seeing your hideous face." My step mother said.

I quickly go to my room. Well, it's not a bedroom. It should be a storeroom but my step parents forced me to sleep in it.

That's what they just do. Come back home for food and playing with me. When I said playing with me, I mean abusing me. I'm like a doll who they can play like destroy it or break it.

I hate this. This house is like a hell to me. I hope I'll sick to death. I hope they'll abuse me to death. I hope school bullies effects me to death. I really want to die! I'm sick all of this! But, I can't since I'm still breathing normally. I didn't expect that I'm really strong girl. My scars and bruises heals very fast. Why can't those cuts heals slowly so they can beat me at the same cuts and it will make a big cut. Then it'll bleeding so I'll lost many blood and die. It's easier. I want to kill myself but I'm afraid of pain and suffering. Yes, I know I'm a coward.

I stopped my useless thoughts and start doing my homework since I've got nothing to do.

"Y/N!!!, WASH THE DISHES!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, BASTARD!?", My step mother called.

Oh shit. I'll get beaten up anytime. I start walking to the kitchen and found my step mother's angry face.

"I'm sorry,mother. I was doing my homework and didn't realize-", an object flies through my face and hits my cheeks. Hardly.

I fell on the ground and just made another new bruise on my head. It hurts so bad. I can't hear anything besides ringing sounds in my ears. I tried to get on my feet. What the hell is the weapon she'll use this time?

A pan.

Shit. I'll get knock by the pan until I faint.

"DIDN'T REALIZE, HUH!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!?  I THOUGHT I'VE ALREADY THOUGHT YOU TO ALWAYS WASH THE DISHES AFTER WE ATE! Oh just forget it. This is my favourite activity."

She makes the pan flying and hit harshly on my head until my face hit the hard floor. It hurts..it really hurts...but this just a little. I have a fight with my new enemy....the pan that I used to cook with.