The Facts. *(BTS x FTM Transgender)*

Aftermath

-(y/n)'s POV-

I know im still being punched, im too numb to feel it. My eyes are closed so tight little stars and colours are dancing over my view, I try to focus on that instead of the fact I was left on the floor. I can feel the crowd parting a bit, the cold air rushes over me like water. Two arms wrap themselves firmly around me and lifted me into a bride kind of carry. The persons left arm is laying across where I was 'slashed'? My back arched furthering my pain causing me to yell. I felt my self-being put down onto a car seat resting on someone's lap, Jin. He was crying into my hair rubbing my back around the cut. I was completely emotionally empty so I don't really know what happened next.  I think I've been laying here for an hour or so, probably in a hospital because of the insistent beeping. I can hear someone walking around the room at the end of my bead occasionally huffing and stopping. I opened my eyes to a bright white room and only me here. Where did that person go? I lifted my arm to grab my phone but a shock fo pain lifted through my arm causing me to curl up in pain, causing more pain from my back and legs. The pain eventually ceased and I reached for my phone, I need to see them. The phone was just out of my reach. I leaned farther off the edge of my bed ignoring the searing pain enveloping my body. I realized too late that I overbalanced and began tipping off my bed. I landed on the hard tile floor my a slap from my arm. My phone fell on top of me sliding next to my nose. I grabbed it and looked at the notifications:

Eomma-Jin:  29 Missed calls, 27 Texts

No-Jamin: 7 Missed calls, 12 Texts

Pink-Monster: 12 Missed calls, 8 Texts

Fires-man: 7 Missed calls, 7 Texts

My-Hope: 3 Missed calls, 39 Texts

I tried to move my self around into a sitting position but something was tangled around my ankles. Was I bound to the bed? No, my I.v was just tangled. I undid it and got up wincing from the pain. I reached the attached bathroom and entered. I had 4 large bruises and 2 cuts, One of the cuts was on my eyebrow. Sick, I get a cool eyebrow thing! I reach my bed and decide to just sit on the cold floor for now. I sit for what seems like hours watching whatever liquid they were pumping into me flow onto the floor wetting the tips of my hospital gown.

-flashback-

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Dad was yelling at me, I couldn't care less though. I even failed at ending my life, im that much of a failure. I feel the sudden sting of a slap on my cheek. I wince but still don't speak. "NEVER COME HOME, YA HEAR ME?" I nod slowly but keep my gaze focused on my wrists. I see the glint of a blade in my vision. Whats next? I fell him move to my other side, the blade runs down my back leaving two gaping marks on my shoulder blades. "Whenever you move, you will feel your mothers pain from raising suck a fag.

-end-

I see the reflection of the scars on my back in the liquid. In a way they look like wings were once torn from them, now accompanied by a large cut down my spine. Large beautiful wings and a chain. Black as night running through the breeze. The feathers ruffling in the late night breeze.

(sorry for the short chapter but I like suspences, ya boi toby.)