"My name is Yoongi, and it's your own fault that I am here. You felt so nice back then. You couldn't tell your mother anything after the incident. You would play the piano in order to forget that she was neglecting you. She greeted you happily then, but not anymore," Yoongi mumbled, with no sympathy in his voice.
"Who could ever love a murderer like you. You play the tunes but no one wants you! You don't even want you Taehyung. But I think Hoseok has said enough.." Yoongi snapped and with that, Yoongi disappeared.
There wasn't much for him to say to Taehyung, seeing as Taehyung already knew how much his mother hated him. Taehyung was already giving up and had decided to lay down. He closed his eyes and hoped he would be found and saved. He wanted to wake up from the nightmare.
"You will never be saved Taehyung. I know you want to raise your hands and run away," a tall feminine man whispered.
"Please! I'll do anything to stop this. I know I was wrong!" he cried, refusing to open his eyes.
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Boy Meets Evil
FanfictionA tale on a boy who met evil. Originally made to be a short story for my class, but I'm making it into a story! Enjoy!
