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A T T E N T I O N!
This story contains mentions of:
- Depression Anorexia -
- Self Harm Self Esteem Issues -
- Homophobia Verbal Abuse -
- Physical abuse Swearing -
If these topics do trigger you, or if you're under
the age of 16, please do not proceed with this
story, no matter how much you might
want to read it, these topics are very
sensitive to some people, anyone who feels
the way Yoongi does in this story, I advise to
please go talk to someone who would make
you feel better about yourself.
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All of us have felt it at least once; a presence, one that can't be seen with the naked eye. A feeling of self hatred, guilt, shame. The feeling of never being good enough, an unfinished, hideous masterpiece... or well... at least Yoongi had been feeling that way since he was a small child.
A demon he dragged with him, a monster that spoke through white noise, making Yoongi do thing he would later regret, burying himself in the constant 2AM silence of the night, a time where people should be asleep, a time for Yoongi to finish his parents' unfinished, hideous, worthless masterpiece. A time for Yoongi to let out his demon, to worsen his condition...
But what if one day, in between all the blind minds, was a pair of eyes that would see Yoongi, and that someone felt empathetic for the fragile boy, the sack of bones, the pale skinned boy with bruises that contrasted his skin in the most beautiful but worrying way... the "weirdo" of the school... Will that someone help Yoongi? Or would he shrug his shoulders like everyone else does?