Destin [ON HOLD]

S E V E N

Taehyung's POV.

I now understand what people meant by releasing pain with just more pain.

I understand what they meant. What they all meant.

I am bitter. I am fat. I am selfish. I am lost.

I am broken.

It's all coming back. Again.

The demons were back.

The black shadows that lurked at the back of mind has swooped in, gleeful smiles etched in their lips. The fire that had once whispered miserably at the pit of my stomach was roaring in delight, specks of ebony flickering into the land of grey before it.

He was back.

The voice.

The voice was back.

The voice that haunted my dreams. The voice that loomed over me like a shadow, leering down at me.

V.

The voice called himself V.

I hated V. I hated his very being. He was what he called the 'better' side of me. The more courageous, cocky and dangerous side.

And he would make it his top priority to point out my every flaw whenever an opportunity was present.

I whimpered quietly, pushing myself into the hard-surfaced bed as if begging for it to swallow me whole. Begging it to take me away from the life I was living.

Look at yourself. So fucking pathetic.

I shook my head furiously. His voice sounded exactly like mine.

The same tone. The same deep texture.

They're not wrong you know. He taunts, his voice a drawl as he speaks. You really should die. It'll take off the burden from the others.

"Shut up!"I shout, my nails digging into my palms,"Just shut up!"

A hollow laugh echos in my mind. No one's there Tae. No one cares.

"Baekhyun hyung cares!"

Do you really believe that? Ever heard of a thing called pity, Taehyung?

I'm cradling myself now, my arms wrapped around my torso as I rolled from side to side, my eyes clenched shut as if it could disperse his taunting voice.

And Chanyeol. Chanyeol hates you. V drawls, delight evident in his voice as he watches me with hooded eyes.

I whimpered, my cheeks wet with tears,"N-no. That's not true."

A sharp, cruel laugh rings through my head. It's pitiful that you're denying the obvious truth, Taehyung. Just face the facts. No one likes you. Everyone hates you. Everyone wants you gone.

Who am I kidding?

Bakehyun only looks after me out of pity. Chanyeol never cared. The members absolutely despise my very presence. My parents hate me.

No one wants me.

Tears flood down my cheeks, my vision a blur of white as I desperately try and grasp onto the last strings that could save me. My hands clutch hopelessly in the air, falling limp at my sides.