morph

part one

One moment is all it takes to lose everything I ever had. My treasure wasn't big, neither was it meaningful but at least I had one. My nineteen year old heart was too fragile to take so much pain, but it did anyway. 
This morning I woke up anxious and afraid, as if I knew something bad is going to happen. I feel damned by saying this but life in the orphanage was better than it is now. The constant abuse and the endless spiral of events that ruined me day by day. I pass the earth hoping that I could move on from this place, but my understanding heart stayed. I didn't run from my parents even when I had the chance to run I stayed. Who knew that me not running away would be my biggest regret. Now I sit here, wounded, my emotions mixed and yet still I understand them. I know what it feels like to lose somebody I was just like my parents a couple of years ago, the only difference was that I didn't abuse because of my sorrow. I know this is wrong, abuse is never right, they are bad people not me, they manipulate me, make me their toy but I still sit here cry and forgive. I am trying to help them but their mental health worsens every day just like the abuse, I am helpless in this shallow world but my kind heart keeps me going. My parents mental health was bad from the start, ten years ago they lost two daughters and went crazy after that, they still had their son who meant the world to them, and then I came and death came with me. Their son, my brother died three years ago leaving only me in this mess of a family.  
I got out of bed, looking for something to wear for the day but the clothes were gone, everything that I possessed in this room was gone. All of a sudden my mother runs into the room, behind her three boys that seem to be from Asia. 
" Um..what...who??" I said confused at my own words. Why is everything gone? Why are there three Asian boys in my room? What is going on?
"Just come downstairs, your father is waiting. And when you find out what is going on don't you dare to cry or shout in front of them, if you do your life will be worse than it ever was." 
My breathing was heavy, what is going to happen to me, why are the boys staring at me for so long, my anxiety grows as I walk with my mother and three unknown boys down the stairs. The only thing I feel right now is my panic attack growing more and more. In the hallway I saw my father talking with four other boys, pictures from the past start overtaking my mind like drugs
I cannot walk, I cannot breathe, only tears fill my eyes if I blink I will start sobbing I already know what is going on.
" Here she is! Misha, meet the Bangtan gang your new owners. " said my father. They sold me. Like I was an object they just decided to sell me, a human being, their daughter. 
" Both of you hit me every day, hate me more than Satan hates humanity and yet I stayed with you even tough I could've run away. I stayed hoping that I could help your ugly mind. And now you..." I couldn't speak anymore, my panic attack hit me and I broke down. Sobbing on the floor all I could ask was " How much? " to which he replied " 20.000$ " .
I felt it all break inside me, everything that I was has been shattered and turned into dust. My painful cries echoing trough the hallway, some of the  boys tried to look like they didn't care, and some couldn't give a living shit about the situation. Some of them looked so sad and nervous, while others looked dead inside. A boy with brown eyes and red lips came down to me trying to calm me down, he seemed so tiny and full of emotion. 
" Calm down, everything is going to be alright! I know your pain, please-" 
" Jimin don't talk to the bitch, let her break down, god if she is noisy like this all the time than I want my money back. I don't need a noisy bitch I have enough problems. " said a guy while moving slowly. His dark eyes were looking into my soul, his tattoos going up to his neck, the slight frown on his face when he spoke about me in disgust. Some other members agreed with him while I stood in the arms of this kind boy named Jimin, the only one who seems to have a heart in this group. 
" Please Mr. Yoongi, please she is going to be good! Just hit her a couple of times and she will shut up I swear! " My father trying to protect his money came to my side throwing his hand in the air about to hit me, I flinched in fear of my fathers damned hands but in the middle of the movement somebody grabbed him. 
" Don't you dare hit something that isn't yours. We bought her and we want her clean, don't listen to Yoongi he has shitty personal issues. The girl is bought and she belongs to us now, we can do whatever we want with her and I really don't care what these dudes are going to do to her anyway but she isn't your business anymore! " said the tallest boy with a sweet yet dangerous voice. " Namjoon is right" said Jimin as my father afraid of the boys put his hands back down. My cheeks are red, swollen and my eyes are bloody I feel sick and tired, in the meantime everyone was going outside leaving only me and two other boys behind. 
" Say your goodbyes we're leaving this place" said a voice so deep it sent shivers down my spine, I didn't want to look my father or my mother in the eyes I didn't want to say shit to them. For the first time in my life I realized how empty and disgusting my parents were but I was still afraid of these boys. I was tired, my head was killing me, my eyes slowly getting blurry to the point that I couldn't see anymore, my body started waving around as I fell on the floor. The last memory I could recall was a blurry face taking me into their arms and then everything faded to black.