Park Jimin was what you would describe as troubled. His teachers had grown to automatically mark him absent, as that was usually the case. The principle had just thought he had been skipping, as when the rare occasions he did attend the school happened, he barely listened to the teachers and would often walk out of class early.
Because of this, he had made a grand total of zero friends. Few people knew his name, and those who did had learned to only use it when talking about how freakishly skinny he was or how tired he looked.
Nobody knew the real situation. They didn't know what Jimin had to go home to. They didn't know that he cried himself to sleep every night with bruised skin and small but deep cuts on his arms. Nobody knew that his parents made him stay home from schools for weeks on end because they feared that the bruises would show and his teachers would get worried.
They didn't know, and they will remain unknowing. He thought as tears streamed down his face as he softly sobbed, staring at the ceiling as his parents banged on the door wildly, screeching absurdities from outside.
"Open the door you worthless piece of shit!" scowled his father, making Jimin flinch where he lay.
Tears streamed harder against his cheeks, his sobbing growing quieter as his mother began to speak.
"We didn't mean it baby. We're so sorry. We shouldn't have done this. We're so so sorry"
"No you're not!" Jimin finally spat back, tears dropping all around him, memories filling his head.
They always say that. He repeated in his mind.
They say that they're sorry, are nice to me for a day, and reset as soon as I slip up in the slightest.
His breath hitched and he closed his eyes, growing quiet, his parents being ignored.
"Did you just talk back to me you little bitch?!" screamed his mother widly, screaming in frustration when she got no answer.
"Open the damn door Jimin! Are you seriously testing us?!"
No answer once again. His parents grew impatient and went downstairs. They grabbed a hammer, knocking the door handle out of place, barging into the room.
His parents looked at the tub of the bathroom, the water rushing out onto the floor slightly.
Jimin was flipped over, no longer breathing, floating across the surface, lifeless.
Finally, an escape.
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Monsters | Vmin
FanficIn a world where when you die, you become something that corresponds with how you died, how does a boy who drown himself and another whom was shot in the head deal with their deaths and overcome their fears so they can reach the after-world? • Warn...
