тнє нι∂∂єи вєαυту soojin x yuqi story

~ THE GOODBYE ~

~SOOJIN P.O.V ~

My mother when I was younger passed away when I was 7, and my dad was a smoker and had a drug addiction problem. 2 years later from the accident my dad met a woman who worked as a stripper, she was also a smoker. Ever since she moved in to me and my dads house my dad and her both started smoking in the house. Ever since then I was a 2nd hand smoker. When I started middle school everyone focused on me only for my looks. Everybody hated me saying I'm a slut, hoe, and a skank. I focused on my education so much, I loved school, learning anything school related, but people only saw me for my looks and not my smarts. Everyone called me dumb when I had a good education. When I was in 8th grade I decided if people are gonna call me these things i might as well show them I could be those things. I started to not pay attention my grades started going down, I was thinking I was less and less capable of everything. When I started high school my parents started telling I should start looking for jobs, I told them I wanted to be a singer...I really shouldn't have. Every since then they always abused me saying I'm a disappointment to their culture. They thought if it wasn't church music it was a sin. I grew up cold, and alone. I started to suffer from depression and anxiety at the age of 12. I have so many scars on my arm. I remember being in a school restroom crying my eyes out cause in my class they were writing on my desk saying I deserve to die, I ran off I couldn't handle it... I wanted my suffering over it's not like nobody cares anymore if I'm gone well...I'm gone and I would be free. Now that leads me to where I am now. I'm packing up to go to university, cause my parents wanted me to do something and not be a singer, or a sin... but little do they know I'm bisexual.

As I was packing up everything I came across my old songs I wrote when I was full of passion for music and dancing,I even made choreographies to my songs or random pop songs I loved. Music is my escape from the real world. They were everything to me. As I was going across my stuff I found a picture of my real mother...she was beautiful she is amazing, "I wish you were here" I mumbled to myself with tears in my eyes. And then I heard a knock on my door. I stood to the door when the door just opened...it was my dad. "When are you gonna go, we are deciding to make your room our work room". He said with no emotion. Tomorrow morning is when I'm leaving appa" I said trying my hardest to be polite to someone who beats me...and raped me.  "Good now hurry up and get things done maybe you could get a head start". He said leaving my room. All I said was "yes sir". I closed my door after he left as I did I looked at my depression pills. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take some".