The smell I know by heart shouldn't be a smell I know. It's nasty and yet I'm addicted. It hurts so much yet it feels so good.
Hoseok's pov
I lay on the floor of our schools bathroom once again, hoping, praying that they don't find me.
Haven't they done enough to me? I'm sorry I'm not like you.
Why do they hate me?
That's a simple question with a stupid answer. Its cause I like to dance. Not many enjoy the art of dance.
"Dancing is for gays and girls."
They scream at me with another hard kick to my stomach.
People are just closed minded. Sad I know. Its the world we live in. Its the world I want to escape. I can't escape though. I'm stuck in this cycle of life. I can't leave my family or my friends behind. It would devestate them. All three of us are going through hell. One is dealing with abuse, the other neglect, and me bullies. We want to escape but, we can't. We're stuck.
Breathe in
Hold breath
Add another mark
Breathe out
Repeat
The world is filled with repetition. There is no such thing as change with the world. I watched as the color red dropped onto the grey bathroom floor. The familiar smell filled my lungs. I wished I could be as free as my own blood.
Breathe in
Hold breath
Add another mark
Breathe out
Repeat
It hurts so much. Please stop me. I'm scared.
I no longer want to only know this smell. Please someone help me. I'm dying. Please save me from myself.
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Runaways (yoonminseok)
Fanfiction"Hyungs lets all runaway." Warning! this story does contain: Depression Anxiety Abuse Slight rape Smut (not a lot) Self harm Mental break downs Death of characters Really confusing scenes If you are uncomfortable with any of this please do not r...
