Inspired Love// Hoseok Ff

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"Ughh, i hate my life" i yelled, violently shuting the door behind me.

I heard some glasses shaking in the cuburnes as i let out a long sigh right before i heard my mom yelling in the living room "Shut up! I'm watching TV!"

Right, i forgot she's home today.

"Nice to see you too" i mutered under my breath while walking to my bedroom, the only place where i can truly relax.

Sometimes i just wished i lived alone. After all, me and my mom are always bickering and my dad doesn't live with us, since he pased away when i was younger.

It would be easier to live alone. Quieter. More peacefull.

I never got along with my mom. Ever since i was younger we always fought and it hasen't changed a bit.

Well, it did change a little.

I stoped fighting back and just took in her ugly words. Those ugly words that pirced trough me like bulets.

I've grown weaker.

I was tired of her and school didn't help at all. I was under a lot stress and i always got bulied.

Of course my mom did not care. Actually, she was one of my bigest bullies. She was hurting me in every way possible. From beating me, to insulting me and destroying my things.

That's why i hated coming back home. 'Cause she was there.

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I droped my heavy bag on the floor next to my table, where it made a quite tud.

I trew myself on the kingsized bed, facing down. I lightly screamed in my pillow. It smeled.

God, i really need to wash it sometimes.

I turned over, looking up at the seeling.

My thoughts were filing my head.

Why is the world so cruel to me? Why can't i have a normal life like all the other teenagers. I would rather have a caring mom than all this money.

Yes, we are rich. My mom is the CEO of the company.

But i pretend like i'm poor. Why you ask?

So people don't use me.

It hapened in middle school, when i hanged out with the popular girls. I really thought of them as my friends but they just used me for my money. They used my kindnes and friendlynes for money.

I was naive back then. I was little and unexperienced.

I known so little about the real world and actually steping into the big pile of hate made me insecure and terafiefed of the new things.

That's why i held onto my friends. They were the only sorce of protection i felt after my father had died.

And when i stoped hanging out with them they bulied me. Their goal was to make me sufer for ditching them.

And they sucseded.

They made me feel like shit. Like a pice of trash that was ment to be trown away but nobody wants to pick it up and put it in it's rightful place.

So now i pretend that i don't have a lot of money. I'd rather get bulied than have fake friends.

I'd rather feel pain i got used to then get my heart broken again.