Secret Tear || Min Yoongi

Flashbacks

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"Pssh, what a fat pig, look at her!" I heard voices laugh, giggling,

"Want some bacon fat ass?" Someone joked, but I didn't dare look up, I was bent down, my back arching forward, my head shoved into the ground. Bruises decorated my skin in a mix of blue and purple, Tears were streaming down my face.

It hurt so much...

"Look me in the eye, fat ass." A girl sneered, I looked up, my eyes meeting hers, she gave me a sick smile, before slapping me. My head turned right from how hard the slap was, I tried holding back the tears about to escape, but they went on freely gliding down my face.

"Hey! Look at this view from behind!" a girl yelled out, getting the other girls' attention, I felt her touch the hem of my school skirt, my eyes widened, in instinct I pulled my skirt down before she could pull it up. I found my hands being whacked repeatedly, I winced, as I was now forced to remove my hands. If I didn't my bones would probably break..

I heard the girls laugh, as she lifted up my skirt revealing everything,

I quickly removed the girl's hands, and tried hiding my panties, but she pulled at my skirt, suddenly I heard a sound,

My skirt ripped in half. I gasped in shock.

No no no no...

This cant be happening. This is a dream, a dream right? I'll wake up any second now, just close my eyes, and...

I opened my eyes, looking up too see people looking down at me with smiles plastered on there faces as they held there phones down at me, recording me.

It wasn't a dream...

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"So, how do you like it being at the top?" the girl in front of me said with a scornful face.

"I..."

"You have such good grades," the girl said. "You don't deserve them."

I didn't say anything. I knew I would get hit if I did.

"Why do you have good grades? Huh?"

"What? Why won't you answer?" the girl kicked me.

I groaned. My uniform was getting ruined by the dirt.

"Do you want me to pull down your skirt like last time so all those girls can see?"

"They can see how shameful you are, you know," the girl said as she pulled on my hair.

I started crying.

This was so tormenting...

"What? Is this too little for you? Crying for more?" the girl said as she spit all over my face.

"You're so ugly," she said as she stepped on my face. It hurt a lot. "It's no wonder you have zero friends."

"Even if we were allowed to talk to guys, no guy would talk to you anyway," she spat over my face again. Each word she said knocked me over like a bunch of dominoes falling slowly, one by one.

"I'm so much better than you, and in every single way," the girl snickered. "You wish you were as pretty as me."

Each word went under my skin like eggs. Words that hurt me, but I couldn't fully understand them because they didn't make sense to me. But soon, they would be hatched, harming my future, harming my confidence, harming my pride.