Why am I here?
Why can't I be happy?
Why does everyone hate me?
Why have I done to make everyone hate me?
Why has everyone left me at my worst?
My mother...
My father...
My brother...
My cousin...
My aunt...
Seokjin, the only "Mother-like figure I've ever had and ever will..
Namjoon, sweet but clumsy Namjoon...
Hoseokie who made me smile...
Tae, my sweet sweet Taehyung...
Jungkookie, that butt-face who teased me, but always made me laugh..
Why do people HATE ME!!!!
Why can't I be normal?
Why do I have to be me and put up a mask and cage myself in?
Why does the world have to be cruel?
Why cant I leave this wretched place!!
Why am I wasting others time by being here?
My tears fall at every thought, emotions clouding my senses. Anger, hate, sadness, betrayal, despair, isolation, self-consciousness, loneliness, disgust, and vulnerability. Along with every thought also goes to a new line of a dark red substance on my skin as I create a new mark. I create a mark for every year I've been alive, but that's never enough to relieve the burning and overwhelming sensation in my chest. So I create a new cut for every person that hates me and has left me. That usually does it though. Not this time though, but I decide to stop anyways as my vision gets spotty and unclear. I try and stand up but I lose my balance and fall back down hitting my head. I groan in pain, eventually losing consciousness.
I groan at hearing my clock from the bedroom signalizing times up for sleeping. I hurry and stand up careful not to lose my balance again. My vision waivers as I try and take a step forward. I sigh and wait a few minutes letting myself refocus my vision. The blood on the walls and floors surrounded me as I walked out to get dressed, finally returning to clean the bathroom so my "foster parents" wont get mad and hit me more.
I sneakily made my way downstairs to avoid any contact with my "parents". I hurriedly grabbed an apple just to show them that I have "eaten" something but I will just throw it in the trash when I arrive at ''work".
I rush out the door and into the woods to spare some time before heading to my "job". I sigh contently as I reach a point where they couldn't possibly smell me not heading directly to work. I surround myself in the smells and sounds of the trees and brush, immersing myself where I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, but I should have.
A loud growl erupts from behind me and I cower back. I look back and whimper at the sight...
Hey I know its my first time writing an ff. Hope you enjoy it! I will TRY and upload weakly. 😇
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Scarred Omega Yoonmin
WerewolfAn omega whose parents abandoned him at young age, friends who he blames for his problems, and foster parents who are two faced. He is an omega who overall doubts his existence. What happens when he finds his alpha mate? Or when his mate is the alp...
