Why Him 18+ K.TH/J.JK

Wrists

You're not gonna like this chapter...
Disclaimer ‼️‼️ this chapter includes self harming ‼️‼️
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"I'm sorry..." my hands were clutching at the carpet as my bottom lip bled drops. There were things running around inside my head, I felt like I was about to burst out in screams. Three tears slithered down my cheek together, if only I didn't have to cry everyday.. every night. My father looks down at me before scoffing to himself. He was always this way, he loved being able to look down on somebody weaker than him, somebody who he knew had not an ounce of power against him.

Once noticing my tears, he then huffs, "You should really just leave this fucking house, I don't want to see you ever again." It was getting up my nerves how a simple eighty could get him to punch me across the face the second he laid eyes on me. I'd already told him I'd try harder, that I'd focus on nothing else but school. If only Taehyung would leave me alone during school none of this would've happened, that asshole. He didn't matter though, it wasn't Taehyung's fault for my father's actions, it wasn't his fault that any of this was happening to me... I shouldn't be blaming him for anything.
'I'm fucking pathetic.'
That's the moment when I realized not a single person in this world would look me in the eyes and trust me... don't worry, dad... you won't have to see me ever again. Jimin barely knows me, Taehyung absolutely despises me, my father hates me. I'm pretty sure that's it. If nobody wanted to see me, if nobody wanted to give to me the kindness I offered... was it my fault? Is it me? Everyone would be better without me anyways, my father wouldn't struggle.. Taehyung wouldnt struggle and even Jimin could do better without me.

I stand from the carpet and slowly creep toward the restroom. There was no feeling inside my body except a tingly one, it tickled at my throat and thighs. It was the kind of feeling that could only be surpassed by a blade, the feeling was pain. Today I look myself in the mirror and think about all my imperfections, about my dreams, about how they don't matter anyways. Today I sit inside the bathtub with the shower open and filling. My sleeves were pulled up to my elbows and I stared blankly at the wall, my mind was driving me crazy.
'Why me?'
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'This should help.'
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Ok, so... uhm.. before I get yelled at.
I'm sorry for not warning that this story is more of a sad one.
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