-TRIGGER WARNING-
-Bambi's POV-
I stared at myself in the mirror, while gripping the counter tightly. I watch as tears slowly roll down my face. I stare at my weak self with a straight face.
Yes, weak. I'm fucking weak.
I can't control when I break down or when I dream about the moment my life was destroyed. I watched the only person that ever really cared about me burn and suffer when I was a fucking toddler.
Why couldn't it be that sperm donor called my father?
That asshole left me after my mother told him I existed. He was the one that deserved to rot.
I bet he's alive. Unlike my mother. I bet he fucked other women and got them pregnant and left, just like my mother. Or has another family. Either way, he doesn't deserve happiness. He needs to suffer. He needs to suffer just like I did.
Am.
Always.
I'm always suffering. All because of him. It's all his fault. I do wonder sometimes what it would've been like to have an actual family at birth. I wonder if my mom would've been happy. Maybe if he stayed she wouldn't have killed herself. Maybe I would've grown up in one house with siblings and went to a school where I wouldn't be labeled a freak or "the adopted one."
The one no one wants or love.
Maybe if he stayed, I'd be happier. I'd be normal, like everyone else.
I feel pain in my arm and look down. There's blood. Damn it, not again. I wash my arm and hid the razors. This happens every time I look in the mirror and think about my shitty life.
Now, how am I going to hide this from Namjoon?
Shit.
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Don't Leave Me (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction8-year-old Namjoon and his family adopt a quiet and shy 5-year-old girl who lost her family. Throughout the years, they both realize that they only have each other. Namjoon will do anything to protect his sister. But how will he protect her when her...
