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Yeri washed her face only to still see the bruise on her cheek. It was a dark purple with a yellow undertone, looking at it made a couple of tears fall. She wiped the tears away and dried off her face, she finished up in the bathroom and went to her room.
As she sat on her bed, sitting there she broke down, tears gushing like a waterfall. She despised staying with the queen, she despised being in the castle all the time, she just detested her life. Sometimes she wished Irene would've let her die as a child, so she wouldn't have to endure this pain she was feeling right now.
Ever since she arrived in the kingdom, she's always experienced abuse from someone. It was common, but it still hurt. Yeri got up and walked towards her vanity. She looked at herself. A mess, tired, sad, depressed, it was all too much. The overwhelming feeling was too much, she felt her blood pumping fast. Her breathing picked up, she was going crazy, she was finally losing her mind.
She screamed and punched her mirror. Watching it fall into pieces, watching the blood drip from her knuckles. The blood. The blood was the only thing reminding her that she was still human, the warm blood was dripping everywhere. The red crimson was a beautiful sight, it somewhat calmed her and brought her back to her senses.
Calming herself she walked back to her bathroom and washed the blood away, seeing it go down the drain. She was thinking about what could bring her happiness, what could make her forget she even is living in this terrible world, this terrible, but privileged life. Then it came to her, Jungkook.
She met Jungkook and became a hundred times happier. He made her forget the pain, the abuse, the constant responsibilities of being under the purple queen. He made her feel okay. He made her feel somewhat happy. Then she remembered she could talk to him, she had his information, all she had to do was just text the simple word "hi".
But thinking of that gave her anxiety, what if he doesn't answer, what if he's busy, what if he doesn't want to talk with her and he thinks she's weird. Shaking her head she washed those thoughts away and immediately went to grab her phone. She stared at it, typing over and over again. But kept deleting it, never sending the messages. But she texted finally and was just waiting for a reply, waiting for him to see her message, and immediately reply. She was waiting for the only person who could make her forget her pain. -----------------------------------------------------------
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