Freedom- Yoongi BTS

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The day went by pretty quickly, it was like as my body was on auto-pilot: eat, sleep, wake up, and repeat.

In those short moments of slumber I was falling in, the images and nightmares about the dog were hunting me, forcing me to wake up, more exhausted than ever, with sweat on my forehead and the covers hugging my body way too tightly.

Before I could realize it, three days were already gone, and it was a new day, the sun gently caressing my face and a pleasant smell of hot chocolate hit my nose, inviting me to get up.

I was greeted by a really busy Yoongi cooking breakfast; his hair shooting in different directions and his shirt crumpled, probably from all the turning and tossing in his sleep.

I rubbed the sleep off my eyes, and slipped into the small bathroom, before the boy could notice me.

I looked into the mirror and cringed at my reflection: dark circles under my eyes, my skin oily, my hair ruffled, and judging by the smell, I definitely needed a shower.

I opened the water, flitching when cold drops hit me, but soon relaxing as more warm water came out.

I carefully washed myself, somehow scared to see the water suddenly turning red, my mind was ready to fool me but I didn't let her. Today was the first day where I was lucid enough to notice things, where I was able to tell what was real and what was not.

Today I was finally able to look at myself without freaking out when the hallucination of my body covered in blood could be seen by my eyes.

I stared to wash my hair, sighting contently when the water hit my scalp, taking away dirt and stress.

I came out, feeling refreshed and ready to start the day; and judging by the pleasant smell, the breakfast was ready.

"hello" Yoongi greeted me went I exited the van "How are you feeling?"

"Better" I answered, sitting down and serving myself a pancake. He nodded, proceeding to copy my action.

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We placed the plates in the sink and I took a look around; frowning at the view.

The state of the van was nearly tragic: a pile of dirty dishes were crowding the sink, flies were running around, not giving a really pleasant view. Also the clothes and covers scattered around didn't really help either .

"Yoongi" in my voice there was a hint of madness "why is Betty in this state?"

The singer looked back to me, soon moving his gaze down to the floor, refusing to give me a proper answer.

I sighed before answering "help me clean up, at least"

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I was scrubbing the floor, my knees aching after kneeling for a long time, not to mention the previous hour of standing.

"Yoongi, could you please refill the bucket with water?" I asked him; only to find him engrossed with his phone, totally ignoring my requested.

I sighed, giving up completely, and heading out to do the work on my own.

I felt anger flame inside but refused to let it out on the boy, maybe he just needed a break.

Not that he worked that hard I thought frowning.

My hand were red for all time they stayed in water, the skin was irritated, and bruises were already forming on my knees.

When Betty, was shining and the laundry was drying up to sun of the afternoon, I finally sat down to rest with a smile plastered on my face, proud of my hard work.

Hours later, when the sun was going down and I was nearly done with my book, Yoongi came out, searching for me.

"When are we going to go back on the road?" he asked "we have been here for nearly a week, I think it's time to go."

"I don't know" I answered honestly "I think a still need a little time."

"We can't stay here forever; I don't want to." He said " You can't keep hiding away."

That was enough for me, I closed my fists, feeling angers raising, but this time letting it go.

"I am not hiding!" I shouted "I gave you a place to stay, food and clothes; I am working hard to sustain both of us, and you are thinking only about yourself!"

"April-" I interrupted him, too eager to get the words out "Have you ever asked yourself with they left you?" I didn't gave him time to answer and kept going "I worked hard the whole day and you didn't even tried to help."

Realization hit him "I have to bear your mood swings, being careful to say the right things at the right time; I never see you smile, or laugh; it looks like everything annoys you! Not to mention the fact that you pretend people to do everything you want!"

I was going to speak further but he cut me "What about you then?" he said, voice stern "You speak so much about freedom and stuff, and then all you do his hiding away, almost scared to have a contact with humanity!" at this point he was shouting, face red from the anger "The only thing you are good at is running away from your problems, too coward to face them!"

He added something else too, but I was too busy running away, my legs taking me far away from him.