(Y/N) quickly turns her back, squeezing her small frame in between the crowds."TEAR IT DOWN! TEAR IT DOWN!"
The men, women, and children's eyes were only concentrated to the monument and nothing else. They chanted loudly— too eagerly for (Y/N)'s parte as their fists fisted the air, face contorting with malice and anger that horrified (Y/N).
"RIP IT! TEAR HER WINGS DOWN! THE BLACK SWAN MUST SUFFER EACH DAY!"
'W-what did I do wrong?' (Y/N) quivers in fear. 'Please tell me what I did wrong—'
Two men dressed in pure white held each end of a long saw and stood at the extremity of the sides of the swan's wings. It was slow at first, but as the sharp needles of the saw dug into the wood of the monument, they started picking up their pace.
"YEAH!" The crowd screams louder, their hands clasping against together to cheer the two men while (Y/N) fell.
(Y/N) stumbles to the ground, scraping her knees. Her eyes swelled and turned red. She's unable to speak, unable to breathe— she couldn't do nothing. The world around her became a blur of color that melts to gray. The weight in her chest locks her throat as she tries to lift herself up and run... run far away... escape... that's the only thing in her mind now. Small crystal beads trail down her checks then to her neck, and her chest only to melt into the cloth she wore or to fall off her pouting lip.
"A-ah..." small whimpers escaped her lips, but then she began to scream. Her voice scratches the walls of her throat as the female began struggling, her pain driving through her back. "I-IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP PLEAS—"
Every thought (Y/N) just had became confused as the burning pain first licked up her shoulder blades, then trailing down her back and stopped at the same height of her tailbones, mimicking the placement of her missing wings. The once scarlet blood that traveled through her veins oozes out from the open skin, it's thick droplets spattering on the dusty floor and soaking her formerly magnificent dress.
She could hear people around her screaming, shouting, too distracted from their own exasperation to a god that bid them no wrong. They didn't even notice (Y/N) bleeding her back out. The people rolled (Y/N) up in a ball of self loathing and pain to the point she wished that the world would end rather than experience this sea of endless currents of waves that crash over her with no intention of stopping.
(Y/N)'s debelitated body limped away from the center of the festival and back to her original chamber. The palace was empty of staffs so the sound of her heavy footsteps filled the hallways with eerie sounds.
Her eyes shifted ploddingly to the side as it became glazed with glassy layer of tears. (Y/N)'s right hand gripped her elbows to keep her tears at bay, but as she blinked they drip from her eyes and slid down her cheeks, letting the expanse of her emotions consume every inch of her. She covers her mouth with her left hand in an attempt to hide the sound that wanted to escape from her mouth.
"I apologize for ruining your creation, seamstress Seojun," (Y/N) silently spoke and looked at the layers of the dress before grabbing the top piece to only rip it apart by her shaky hands. The high rhythm of (Y/N)'s dress tearing echoes the silent halls. She rolls the piece of fabric; since her shoulder blades were at the opposite of her breasts, (Y/N) bonded the fabric tight around her chest area to stop the bleeding.
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Fanfiction"What are you going to do to me now, Swan?" When 7 boys encounters a lonely swan who brings more than they could cope, emotions flooded through them as if there was no tomorrow. Secrets were meant to be hidden, but as time grows on, secrets were not...