𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀..... | 𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 |

from jeon jungkook,

jimin pov
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Brushing my dull brown hair purposely in my front of my face so I can ensure no one will see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Re-tying my old, beat up converse for the third time, so I can ensure I don't trip and give people yet another reason to laugh at me.

"You're such a dumb ass!" The boy shoves me onto the ground of the hallway. I want to tell him to stop. I want to tell him I'm sorry for whatever I've done that made him dislike me this much.

But I couldn't say at thing.

My mouth didn't move.

I gather my belongings and continue walking. I just want today to be over.

Fat. Everyone has called me that my entire life. I was never skinny enough to be labeled anything else.

Dumb. People assume when you get bad grades that you're an idiot. But I'm not an idiot. I just can't force myself to participate in class.

To communicate with my teachers for help.

Ugly. To be beautiful... That's a concept only a few people can comprehend. There's a possibility someone's called you beautiful before but that means nothing if you don't believe it. Not that I've ever been told such a thing.

Walking quickly to avoid everyone that's laughing at me in the hall. I continue to walk with my head down and my heart racing. All I want to do is sob but I can't cry in front of them. I can't be that weak when all their eyes are on me.

Not a single person asks if I'm okay.

Not a single soul asks if I need help.

Because the harsh reality is no one gives a fuck.

As soon as the dismissal bell rings I speed walk out of the build. Being here makes my stomach turn with anxiety. I hate everything about that place.

High school in simple terms is just a popularity contest. It's all about who's the teachers favorite or the schools quarterback.

It's never been about helping the kid who is suffering from anxiety or severe depression. They can post as many posters as they want. But no one truly cares about anyone in these places but themselves.

I'm one of the few unlucky kids in my school to be bullied. For the most part people left others alone but they just never seem to do that for me.

I don't remember when it all started.

The harassment.

The misery.

Maybe it started at the same time. Maybe one offset the other. I'm not sure but I know none of it plans on stopping anytime soon.

I continue walking faster down the side walk to my house. My legs are moving so fast like they have a mind of their own. I need to go home, to my one safe place. I watch as bystanders glance at me through my bangs. They all give me looks of confusion mixed with curiosity.

But no one cares enough to ask why.

Why I always wear my hood... I hate the way my hair falls in the back.

Why I always have my head down when I walk... I don't want people to suffer by having to see my ugly face.

Why I never talk... I don't want someone to laugh at how I would stutter and struggle to talk because of my agonizing racing heart.

Why I don't have any friends. No one would ever take the chance of talking to me. They don't want to be bullied too and I can't blame them.