Y/N's POV:
I was walking to my class as it's end of the day. Everyone is gossiping about me. Why? Well because I am a fun topic to them. That's all....
I guess my bully didn't attend the school or got bored from the hell he gave me.
It's not harsh words or pushing me. It's way more than anyone can think.
"Hey" Jungha said coming toward me, Crap... My body acted fast and ran away from her. Two of her girls caught me and she had that disgusting smirk on her face and said next to my ear "How dare you ignore me?" I shivered. I knew what is coming..
"Let's go and have some fun." She dragged me to the nearest girl's bathroom. Who is she? well the most popular boy's girlfriend. Did I do anything to her? No. She just torture me for fun....I can't do anything. I have to be silent and suffer.
I am weak....I am sorry,father...
Her group of psychopaths got the knives out of their bags. How? I don't even know.
They cut my skin but I had to handle the pain. I need someone to help me but they will say I cut myself and just want to draw some attention..
Jungha took what she called 'her favorite knife'. I am trapped in four girls hands and their psychopath leader playing with her knife.
Jungha grabbed my thigh. Her grip was tight that I could feel her nails are cutting through my skin. She said "Don't dare to scream." Then she started to cut slowly. I tried to not to cry in front of her or even dare to scream. I don't want that to happen to me again.
Time flow by but it seemed as it was years. Blood come out from my thighs, stomach, chest. It was so painful.
"For how long have been doing that?" Jungha asked.
"For a half an hour." One of the girls said. They didn't need to hold me. I didn't have anymore energy to move.
Someone opened the door and it was the popular boy. Kim Taehyung.
I hate him so much. No, I hate them both.
Jungha jumped to hug him.
"I see you already made her bleed." He said smirking at me.
"Well too bad. I will make her bleed more." He said coming closure to my body. I knew this the end of the day. He stepped on the cuts his girlfriend made. He hit my hips multiple times by his foot. I am sure there are gonna bruises. Well horrible ones.
I couldn't handle it. The blackness started to cover my vision....
I woke up. I am sure it's night. I tried to stand and I successfully did without falling. I grabbed my bag and walked out of there. To my "surprise", Taehyung and his gang were waiting for me. He smirked when he saw me. I ran but they were faster than me due to the lose of blood. But then I started to get my punisnhment...
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I woke up in complete darkness. Am I dead? 'Where am I ?' was the only question I kept asking myself. I felt a hand on my shoulder. When I turned around it was my dad giving me his warm smile. He didn't hesitate and left me. I tried to get up but it felt like I was glued to the floor. I pulled my legs near my chest and started crying . I kept whispering...
"What did I do to deserve all of this?"
"No one wants me or here to protect me."
"No light will enter this place."
"I have to die..."
I hate everyone... No I hate myself. my existence.
Why do they not torture me?
Why do I have to be like this?
In so much pain?
Dad won't come and save me. He left me... I need him with me.
Why did you leave me?
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My eyes opened wide. I found myself crying in my sleep.
"It's just a dream, Y/n."
It was evening. I started walking to home feeling scared, cold and lost.
Great that I was fired from my workplace. I didn't want to hear another word from people. The torture was harder than any day before. Sometimes I wonder why..Why do they hurt me? What did I do to deserve all of this? Wht that much hate? I won't let any more tears fall.
I have no one beside me. Even my friend... He is busy and I don't to bother him.
My mom isn't here...with me. Oh another problem had to come up for sure. I tried to hide my body as my uniform was torn. I sighed. I tried to hide in the shadows. Thank god, no one noticed. I am not so lucky....
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Hate To Love (V's ff)
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