Rigged | BTS Fan Fiction

"You don't belong here!" I can feel tears rolling down my face but I'm not sad. I'm more than sad, I'm depressed. Suicidal thoughts fly in and out of my mind in a continuous loop, he screams at me again. I don't have the courage to look up, my heads too heavy filled with all my regrets. I storm out of the small, cheap apartment complex, rain falling heavily on my head. I don't even bother going to my favourite restaurant, too many bad memories. Instead I go this quiet restaurant hidden in this dark alley and that is how I met them. There's seven of them, all sitting inside munching down some nice noodles. I didn't want to ruin their day, they seemed just fine before I came in. They looked at me, my eyes crying waterfalls. I just turned and minded my own business. I didn't want to eat even though I was starving, and I'm not fat trying to become skinny. I've been skinny my whole life, for so long I was called plastic. I haven't been myself ever since I started dating him and I will never be myself because of him. I look at down at my frozen arm, bruised, burnt, scratched and destroyed. He knew what he was doing and he knew it was wrong. Then a boy with round cheeks and mint green hair walks up to me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I didn't reply. He analyses my broken body. "Oh my God" he says in shock. He runs to get a napkin then dips it in his water. He then runs it across my skin polishing it and just like that it's all gone. He's a walking, breathing, living miracle. The boys look at me with concerned faces. Another boy walks over, a young boy that looks the same age, with dark brown hair and eyes. He sits next to me giving me hugs and comforting me. He asked me what was wrong, I didn't answer. Another boy with blonde hair looks down at his phone gasping.
"We have to go guys, pack up. It's almost 11:30". Something about it sound familiar, too familiar. I sit and stare as they leave me hanging, walking out the door. But what can I say, my life's a rigged game.