Back at home everything seemed normal for the first glance. If you look deeper you will find that my dad often get in trouble with gangs. The most recent event was when he never gave back money he owns them, they threatened to shoot him and take everything till they get their money's worth. We lived in fear and our lifes became a fast ticking clock counting down how long we have till they come back and throw us around like rag dolls. Like we have no meaning. Like our lifes have no meaning. Every night we fear that our time is up. Thinking about it makes my blood boil and a shiver run down my spine. Knowing that at any time I can make a call to my friends and it will be my last they hear my voice as sirens fill the little conscious that I have left as my heart beat slowly stops and im left to bleed out on the dark oak wooden floors of our house.
It was a traumatising experience living in that house. I can't escape, where would I go? I can't go to Taehyung because of his dad, Yoongi can't afford another mouth to feed, Seokjin has a mother who is clinically insane and has no idea how creepy it is to hear her laughing like a manic at 3am when everyone is asleep, Jimin is always at Hosoek and is hardly ever even home. When he is its only to get an hour's worth of sleep before dance class and school, Hosoek doesn't want to be home and is more in the sanatorium than in school, Namjoon's parents are strict as heck and won't even allow him to have a friend over for 1 hour unless its for school work so I doubt that I would be able to live with him unless my brain cells suffer the consequences. Trusts me ive tried everything.
In fact ive been homeless for a week straight because of the fear of being at home knowing my destiny but they know what I look like and im an easier target when im alone and fragile so I would rather be at home because there is still a chance of survival.
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