"Fuck you you dumb bitch! I hope you die!! You know you weren't supposed to even be born right?!?! So get the fuck out of my life and my house! I hate you you slut!"
I wake up in sweat from the reoccurring dream from when I first ran away from home.
'I hate my parents, I hate them!'
I thought as i rubbed my now aching head in thought of them. I needed to release my stress and take it out on something.
I check the time. 3am. I then get out of bed and get dressed in my boxing attire.
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Me: Such- a- dumb- bitch!
I said in between breaths as I punched the punching bag.
Me: Wasn't supposed to be born my fucking ass!!
I punched the bag so hard it made a hole.
Me: FUCK!
I grab my head in anger and sit on the ground, thinking about the past. I hadn't realized a single tear rolled down my cheek until someone wiped it away. I get out of my thoughts not realizing I zoned out. I blink multiple times before I notice a tired looking Bambam sitting in front of me.
Bambam: Morning~
He says in his morning voice. He was still halfway asleep which made it even cuter.
Me: I'm sorry Bammie, did I wake you?
Bambam: No it's okay I wanted to get water and I heard you in here.
Me: Oh, well I could get some water and it's still early in the morning. I think I'm done for now.
Bambam helps me up and walks like a baby to the kitchen with my hand in his, dragging me behind him.
We get water and go our separate ways since he was still tired and I needed to take a shower.
╚»★«╝ Magical time skip ╚»★«╝
It was 11am and everyone was gone for the day, either running the club or on mission. Without them here it was just sad and lonely.
I got bored and decided to watch a Chinese drama called 'Princess Agents' It seemed pretty interesting and let me tell you, it IS. I loved the part where she was battling the wolves and of course, she won. About half way through the fifth episode, I start to get sleepy and take a little power nap.
