Yandere BTS x Reader

11 - Screw you all

*lyrics are translated to spanish, would put english lyrics but it didn't have as many cuss words*

I tossed and turned, still asleep. That is untill I woke up to a sharp headache. I didn't expect the pain and so I groaned, I shouldn't have.

Not long after my groan someone rushed into the room. I had alerted them of my conscious state.

I turned my head towards the opposite direction of the room. Not wanting to see who entered.

They put their hand on my forehead, checking for fever. Except for the killer heache I felt just fine. But it seems like I did have fever since they put a wet, cold towel on my forehead.

I still didn't look at them, and they still didn't talk. Alas I didn't know who they were. Did I need to though? Neither of us spoke and I was thankful.

I closed my eyes trying to return to sleep. Now better than being awake. I want my life as Kang Y/N back. I don't want to be Kim Y/N anymore! A little sob escaped me, and the person grabbed my hand. But I pulled it away.
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I stayed in the little infirmary they had created for a few days. Everyday was the same. Trying to get to me but me pushing them away over and over again.

Over and over again. Again and again.

That is untill I got released and got taken up to my own room.

Since that day I made sure they heard me. Yelling all day Jackson's name. Tormenting them with my dry and cracking voice. Not letting them heal my sore throat.

"Jackson!!"
"JACKSON!" I screamed everyday all day long. Not giving them a rest.

They all had bags under their eyes clear from my yelling. Depriving them from sleep. But I was the worst. My ribs could be seen from rejecting their food, my eyes too had bags under, colored a deep black.

My voice was completely broken and my skin was as white as snow, they'd sometimes take me out to the garden, letting me walk through the now extremely familiar garden.

I knew so much about it I didn't even know what to do with the information. I knew how many meters of dirt there were untill you could hit the pavement under the garden (if you didn't know people sometimes add dirt over pavement and call it their garden). Or what part were of more depth, or the easiest zones to dig.

I planned on tormenting them as much as they could. To make them crack and release. Release me. Hurt me? The times I wasn't screaming were because I was either sleeping (rarely since every time I closed my eyes I could see Jackson's wounded body. I left him alive, did he survive?), outside, or they had covered my mouth.

My room looked a mess from when I got my tantrums and tried to rip my walls. It looked as if I had been possessed, but it was still me.

Every time they picked me up or hugged them they had no other choice than to let go. I either made them bleed or made myself bleed. App a and uncles were of no exception.

They sometimes said they had a surprise for me, only to be recieved if I behaved. Whatever that meant.

My body was completely littered in bruises from my own self destruction. They had to change my walls into pillows but it dind't do much as I'd just rip them open and reach the wall.
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Someone approached me. They had told me I had visit but I knew it wasn't going to be someone I'd want to see. If that person had managed to go passed them and onto me it meant they already knew and fairly trusted each other.