"I-I did no such thing..." She responded gaining confidence in herself. I look her up and down with an intense glare, rage confiding in me. What is wrong with her, why can't she tell me the truth. This is just sad. Why? Why can't she trust me. I damn well can't trust her so why can't she at least trust me?
"What did yo- You know what... I'm done. I'll find out myself." I snickered walking away from her. I really don't understand why people don't like me or don't trust me. Am I not good enough?? Am I just unlikeable?? I feel like digging my own grave not 6 feet but a 1,000 into hell. Just drag me already I'm dreading this place.
As soon as I step out of the school the cold brushes against my bare face. I quickly run down the street towards y/n's house. When I get there all the lights are off. Is she home? I knock on the door until I see someone opening it.
"H-hello?" It was y/n, and she looked horrible. I was in panick so I pushed past her and shoved her onto then couch.
"What did she do?" My face was only centimeters from hers. She looked confused and shifted away, uncomfortable at my presence.
"W-what did who do?" I was done playing, gripping her wrist she winced in pain wanting me to stop. "Taeh-hyung... Let go!" She shoved me off. Her sleeve went up a little to where I could see her wrist. There were long cuts that traveled down her arm covered in dry blood. I grew impatient.
"What did she do!" I yelled.
"C-cut.."
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Fanfiction"What if, for some reason, we are to seperate?" ~ "I will find you no matter what.." THIS IS A BTS ANGST
