"Th-this is my grave?", Yoongi asked, crouching down beside it and rubbed the dirt gently. A sharp sting hit his fingers, making him flinch away.
"Yoongi.", Sana started. "How did you die?"
He didn't even remember dying, or being dead. "I don't know!"
Sana breathes sharply, "Yoongi, your death was never figured out. We know so little about your case, my uncles have been all over the scene multiple times and unless they're holding back on me-", she paused. "Your case is going to get closed. Forgotten about and moved on to easier ones."
Yoongi just stood there in disbelief. Sana didn't know how else to prove it to him, unless somehow his gruesome death scarred his small body.
"Lift up you shirt.", she said, not realizing how disrespectful she sounded by asked such a lewd thing. "Not like that- just trust."
And he did. Always trusting the younger girl, but he truly wished he hadn't.
Disgusting bruises that were bloody and terrible his skin yellow and infected in areas- he didn't understand how he couldn't feel that pain. A large scar like mark was 'cut' around his stomach as if something was taken out then he was sewed back up.
"S-Sana, what is happening to me, I can't feel any of that! I-I look disgusting!"
She didn't know how to tell him 'hey the stuff that should've been in your stomach is currently buried under there'.
He's already scared. One step at a time.
