Oh, Why Won't You Let Me Die? (EXO- Oh Sehun Fanfic)

"Oh I'm Fucking Escaping."

                 ★∞◎ Oh, I'm Fucking Escaping◎∞★

                                             My body is always here, trust me.

                                           My mind is always somewhere else.

   　　　　　　　　　.    It may seem as if I'm alright. Lies.

　　　　　　　　　　　       It may seem as if I care about you.

                                                                       Lies

               　　　　　　　　　　　I love you. Lies.

                  　　　　　　　　　　　  You care. Lies.

                   　　　　　　　　　　　　　Just Die.

                      　　　　　　　　　　　　 Seriously.

                 　　　　　　　　　　 Whole heartedly.

　　　　　                It's the only thing I live for at this moment.

                                                     The only wish of my lifetime.

                                                   I'll guarantee it, no matter what.

                                                           Even I feel a little pain.

                                                                 All worth it.

                 

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Crap!!! 

Ugh!!!

Why?!!

This dickhead named Oh Sehun stated that I'm distracting him. If you knew how to control your ass in the first place you probably wouldn't have this problem, Mr. Or if I ceased to exist you wouldn't have this problem at all. I couldn't believe my eye's...even though I've seen worst, but.....it was just surprising. He's not only some rich kid who lives off of his father's STOLEN money, he's the heir of the “association".

After several minutes of thinking of how occupy myself. Out of curiosity I couldn't help but to search through all his stuff. Searching the closet which just had dusty old coats, I examined the brooches from different major companies. These must be costumes they happened to have taken I see. Do these huge multi million dollar companies work with this S.A.S.S shit?...I close the closet going to the shelves lined up next to the huge flatscreen. Opening photobooks. They seem to have some sort of sentimental value to him. Each one had a label...“IMPOTANT FILES" I slowly open the old folder, hoping not to stumble upon dome gruesome shit.

I pour out the papers onto the ground. Endless photos of his father and a lady with arms held tightly around Sehun. She had a good looking appearance, really well dressed, flawless really. So I assumed she could be a slave. Each page I picked upher face was scribbled out..completely. Except for one faded photo without the dad, Sehun hugging a women with black long hair her smile the brightest thing in the whole album..but still her eyes covered by cherry blossoms. I decided to go through his personal journals that I kinda skimmed through, it was just full of regrets and suicidal thoughts. That REALLY put a smile on my face. I couldn't help but to laugh at his old personality. He seems so forced into what he is now. He seemed weak and confused on his family. I found that one of his childhood fears was death and sleeping without several pillows. The pillows would give him a sense of comfort. While his dad was on business trips. Literally gone for days. His mom was dragged along...not that she wanted to leave her child home alone with maids and security. Any mother would hate to leave her child, especially when being well aware what those maids do, and what his father worked as. At the age of 10 he wrote that he witnessed his own father in a puddle of one of the maid blood...she was completely naked and begged for mercy. Like the boss gave a actual fuck. “ It was a tramautizing event.".......but I know he's used to it now.