D'Angel || K.TH ✔

15- The Deal

YG POV

I opened my eyes and I saw no one there, even the guy whom I had an accident with left. I softly sighed and pulled the cover above my head in an attempt to hide underneath it.

This silence is something I really miss. If I died, would it always be like this? No parents to bother me. No orders. No going to work. No going to school. No getting scolded-

Giggle.

Come to think of it maybe Taehyung and Jungkook will be there too, so it won't be lonely.

Suddenly, I felt some tears running down my cheeks. I smiled as I tried to rub them off with my fingers. They should've disappeared by the first stroke, but it seems that they are endless. What's wrong with me?

I feel the pain. My sick heart aching from all the beatings it took for ages. I don't want to be all alone. I just want someone to tell me ′it's all gonna be okay.' I wanna feel like I'm still alive, but I'm actually dead inside. Brain-damaged from all the lies. My heart beat's racing and I know the reason why, but it doesn't really matter because I'm powerless.

My silent sobs and sniffling were echoing in my ears, the only things which I could hear. I brought my hands to my face unable to hide all the tears. The hospital sheet underneath me felt wet from all the salt coming out of my eyes. I didn't know someone can carry all those tears in himself.

"Are you okay?"

I suddenly stopped breathing the moment I heard the soft, yet deep voice which somehow calmed my heaving chest. I hiccupped twice or trice before slowly removing the covers and only showing my now red puffy eyes.

The devil was sitting on the chair beside my bed, looking at me confused. Tae reached out to touch my face, but I quickly pushed it away as I said, trying to reassure him "It's nothing-" Sniffing "I'm just a little sad."

"Why! Did someone hurt you when I was away?" His concerned voice made me hide again under the covers, feeling ashamed that I'm bothering the Devil, and for some reason, it scared me.

"No, It's just- I'm feeling down that's all- you kinda won't understand," I replied, shaking my head from under the cover.

"Huh! Why!?" He asked, sounding lost, but I didn't answer him and sniffed multiple times. "Come on speak up. Let me help you," he continued as he persuaded me to talk.

I gave my face a final stroke with my hand to wipe off the remaining tears then I shuffled from under the covers and sat straight to talk properly to him.

"The thing is-" I bit my lips unsure of what to tell him, "I really- hmm- I mean."

Taehyung heaved before saying, "don't make me wait for more than that Yoongi. Speak up already."

I pouted and replied "I'm tired and sick of my parents. I want to ask y-"

Tae cut me off before asking for my favour, stating "I can't kill them."

You said that earlier, but it's hard to deal with life. Things are getting worse by the day, and I don't know how to coop with them anymore. "You can't or you won't," I asked as I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold in the tears which were threatening to leave again.

"Yeah, it's actually I won't because this won't work, and you shouldn't run away."

Runaway?

A long film of memories resonated in my head as I reminisced almost all the horrible details my parents did to me, especially my father, who was weirdly loving it.

My throat felt dry and anger built up in me as I said, "I've been living with them for 18 years, and you are saying running away."

Running away! Those two words triggered me so much. If I was running away then why the hell am I suffering? Is my suffering something amusing to others?