Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

36

You looked around and sighed at the messy state of the room.

You hated how messy you got when you regressed. Your regressed self often forgot to clean up, and sometimes even skipped hygiene. You've progressed a few time to greasy hair, and gross build up on your teeth, and not to mention the smelly armpits.

You sighed heavily again, and began to walk around the room, picking up the worn clothing, and the candy wrappers around the floor. You reached for a shirt, and went to pick it up, and jumped when it squeaked.

You pulled the shirt away, and rolled your eyes at the sight of one of Tannie's toys. You picked the toy up, and placed it on u the door of your room. You stared at the small sloth plushy, and smiled.

I guess even my little self likes sloths a whole lot. You turned back around and continued picking things up off the floor. You were reaching for something under the bed, when your hand hit a box.

Your brows furrowed. You don't remember putting a box under the bed, or seeing said box when you and your mother moved in. With this thought in mind, you reached again to grab ahold of the container, and pulled it out.

It was a sketchers shoe box. A brand of shoe you haven't worn since you were younger, at least thirteen. You tilted your head in confusion, and opened the box.

Inside was a bunch of random things. Movie tickets, jewelry, small toys, a few pieces of paper, and a few photos that were flipped over, their blank sides showing.

You pulled out one of the pictures, and flipped it over. The first thing you noticed was that the picture was kind of blurry, but you could still make out the face of the child in the picture. It was yourself, you had to have been at least nine.

The second thing you noticed what the person that was holding your hand. The figure was a lot taller than you, and was obviously a Male.

You would have thought it was cute, if it weren't for the vibes the mans face was giving you. Sure the photo was blurry, but not enough to hide the threat on the mans face as he looked down at the small version of you.

You noticed the vice grip he had on your small hands, the way your fingers were squished and overlapping, and his fingers were turning white when his skin pressed against your own.

You felt your fingers shake, as you picked up another photo, this one had your mother in it instead of you. You gasped at the sight of the woman in the picture. She looked like your mother, but so much weaker.

She was sickly thin, her face was sunken in with grief, and her eyes were dropping with fear. The man was in this photo as well, his arm wrapped tightly around your mother, his fingers digging into her dress clad hips. Your mother had a smile on her face that looked almost painful.

You shook your head and placed the photos down, a dreaded feeling taking over your stomach, next you pulled out on of the pieces of paper.

The first one was a cut out from a newspaper, the small headline read 'Leading Lawyer at local law firm charged with domestic violence and attempted homicide.'

Next to the headline, was a clearer picture of the man from the photos, his face wasn't straight, but he wasn't smiling either. He had a psychotic look on his face, like he had done something wrong, but didn't regret it. The look was almost vengeful.

You let out a shakey breath, your heart picking up at an alarming rate. You were holding back tears, and for what reason you didn't know.

The second paper was business card, the card read 'Carnie's Law Firm' across the top, underneath read the name Y/F/N(father), along with a phone number.

The third piece of paper was a piece of notebook paper that looked like it was ripped out carelessly. You unfolded it,and began to read the scribbles on the paper;

ropes

gasoline

matches

chloroform

sharpe knife

clean pistol

Your eyebrows furred as you read over the list, and your breathing started to deepen. Those weren't just random items, they were items purchased with ill intent. You put it down quickly, and picked up the last item. A notebook.

You turned to the first page- the only page written on.

After years of mental torture and screaming voices, they've won. I can't silence them anymore, and I need those inconsiderate little shits out of my life. Those girls, all they do is take take take, and yell yell yell, they're just like the voices. They need to go.

The voices as well. There's only one way to stop it all. To kill. I need to kill myself. I need yo kill those girls. That's the only way. I'll do it. It will be done.

Once dead, nothing can go wrong. Everything will be perfect, beautiful.

No more wife and daughter. No more M/N and no more Y/N.

Everything will be silenced for good.

You dropped the notebook with a loud thump, and scurried backwards fractically, until your back hit the wall.

You heard thundering footsteps, as your mother and friends ran to you. You didn't realize you were crying so loudly. Your body shook with aggression and your mind started to punch and kick.

The memories flowed in, like a broken dam. Your mother was in front of you, looking scared out of her mind, not knowing what to do.

You were screaming for her, as the memories filled your head, your mind getting trapped in the abusive recordings of your past.

She yelled that she was right there, that you were okay, but it was to no avail. She was hopeless, as she tried to hug your struggling body.

She looked around the room to see what had happened, when her eyes caught the box on the floor. It took one look at the pictures and contents on the floor before she realized what was happening.

Your memory of your father was coming back.

Shit bro what happened to the fluff