【𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹】

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I wept night after night, endless salty tears streamed down my face as my parents screams and yells got louder and louder by the second. For a young seven-year-old this left a large dreadful scar in my childhood and provided me with unendurable loathing memories. I hated growing up. My parents always fought and the family could barely even keep itself feed and looked after. My father would come home drunk every night and again the fights would start, and I'd be sent to my room. My mother would scream and cry as my dad ruins the house and furniture, smashing beer bottles and items around the room. I'd wake up the next morning by myself. Expected to do things by myself. At the age of seven I was doing jobs that were supposed to be done by parents. Washing the dishes, doing the laundry, ironing the clothes, cleaning the house, cleaning the rooms and toilets, learning how to take care of myself, and making my own meals. Soon I quickly realised that none of my parents returned home anymore. Night after night I would spend peacefully without bangs and screams. After 2 weeks of neither one of them deciding to show up I had finally realised and concluded that my parents have just abandoned me. Although this seems like a nightmare to most kids to me it was great pleasure and comfort. To be honest it didn't really make much of a difference since I already did all the work in the house by myself. The only difference was that I no longer had to cry myself to sleep and no longer had to fear the dangers outside my room at night.

Ten Years Later...

I took a big breath and began to walk away from my home. This was a new life for me. I was finally leaving middle school and starting high school. During the break I decided to move away from my home town and out of my old house, after all that house never held any good memories and neither did the town itself. I was constantly judged and teased due to the fact that I was abandoned and had to look after myself. I was a poor girl who'd just been abandoned by her parents. I wasn't even that pretty. My looks were average and my grades we average there was nothing good about me and so everyone made fun of me. Now that I have finally been able to save up enough money and move out to a better place, I couldn't wait. My legs were dancing in anticipation as I waited for the bus to take me to Seoul.

Upon arriving in Seoul everything was different even though I was still in Korea it seemed like a whole different country. Seoul; really deserved to be called the capital of South Korea. Everything about it was different and made it stand out. I smiled to myself staring at all the open shops and signs. Famous idols displayed their faces all over billboards as people continuously walked pass one another. I took a deep breath of Seoul's air and sighed out as I began making my way towards my apartment. I entered the apartment and began setting out my things. The apartment wasn't anything big. Just a tiny flat with one bedroom and its living room, dining and kitchen together. It wasn't big but the light peachy walls and setting made it seem cozy and warm. I sighed as I finished unpacking and setting everything up in my small apartment.

I squealed as my doorbell rang. I jumped up and bolted towards the door. I paid the delivery man and sat down comfortably on the sofa. Opening the box, I felt myself begin to drool. Just as I was about to bite the pizza slice my doorbell rang again. My eyebrows drew together as I stared at the door in confusion. Then it rung again. I stood up and made my way carefully towards the door. "Who is it?" I yelled trying to not sound nervous as my hand rested on the door handle. There was no response and so I slowly opened the door. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as they landed on the young male in front of me. My jaw dropped as he smirked at me clutching his suitcase tightly. He chuckled causing me to snap out of my surprised trance. I stepped back and attempted to close the door trying to smash it right in that perfect nose of his but failed as he placed his large hands on the door pushing it back. I stumbled back a slight bit from the force. My eyes darted trying to avoid all eye contact with him at all costs. "What? Not gonna great me now are ya?" He said coldly and I looked down. I could feel his harsh evil gaze and smirk. "Looks like you decided to move to Seoul too. I guess we'll be seeing each other more often," He smirked leaning down towards me. "How'd you know?" I mumbled. He sighed stepping back and looking down at how pathetic I looked. "Rumours." He simply said. Before turning around and walking straight towards the door opposite mine. He waved to me without looking back and entered his apartment. Before his door could even close properly my legs collapsed on me and endless tears streamed down my face. I covered my mouth trying to prevent all sounds possible. I moved to start a new life. I moved to get away from him. I cried as memories with him in middle school flooded my mind.

He always got me in trouble and found every way possible to make my life hell. He took everyone I had and turned them against me. He spread rumours and took my things. Sometimes I would have to starve because he stole my lunch money. Over time I quickly lost weight. He would say nasty things about me to my face. Call me fat, hoe, slut, bitch, shameless, cheat, ugly and a whole bunch of other horrible names. He would beat me up and take his anger out on me using me like I'm his punching bag. One time we both got in trouble and were forced to stay after school together to clean the toilets. He got mad and pushed my head into the toilet bowl. I struggled and continually begged him to stop but he found great pleasure in this and so decided to do it more. I nearly died that day. Then after torturing me enough he spat at me took a picture and left. I fainted soon after, but no one did anything about it. All that happened was I got sent to the nurse, but no one asked what happened. As soon as I went back to classes it started again. The bullying. Continuous.

I pulled myself up and walked inside. The pizza was still sitting there waiting for me. I looked at it and immediately felt like vomiting. I ran to the toilet quickly as I puked inside. It's starting to happen again. I washed my face and went out into the kitchen to take my pills. Whenever I get stressed I can't eat. Even just looking at food makes me want to vomit. It happened nearly every day hence I stopped eating and stayed away from the cafeteria. The doctors warned me that if I was to continue doing that I would die but nonetheless there was nothing else that could be done so he gave me pills to take. Looks like I'm going back to hell after attempting to escape.

I stood outside the gate of the school as I stared at all the students happily walking in. Suddenly I felt someone slings their arm over my shoulder. I stood stiff in my spot as I timidly looked up knowing already who it was. "Why aren't you entering? Scared?" He asked leaning down. I escaped out of his arms and quickly ran into the school.

The class was loud. It was obvious that people knew each other already because most came from the same middle school. All of a sudden the boys fell quiet as the girls started lovingly staring at the male who'd just walked in. Girls were already calling dibs and gossiping about him. And already I knew he has entered.
 Kim Taehyung Has Entered Everyone.