__ 'Insane' || A Jimin Fanfiction

^* 'But you are not Alice, and this is not wonderland.' *^

2 Years Old
I continuously smacked the back of my head on the thick, brick walls. She frowned at me, again. 'Self-harm can be exciting.' Father walked in from the kitchen. 'Don't say those things in front of her, what are you trying to put in her head?' The conversation declined into a heated argument, as I jumped off of the sofa. Their voices were now faint and mumbled. Then suddenly, 'She can do the fuck she wants, even if that means growing up as a fucking psychopath!' It was father, shouting as usual.

'Why were you smacking your head like that?'
'I wanted to know if I could feel something.'

4 Years Old
'Y/N? Oh my god.' The lady, who repeated that she was my mother, screeched. I soon noticed the colour red, oozing from my fingertips. The sharpe knife dropped from my grip. 'Y/F/N! Y/F/N!' She yanked my hands to the sink and rinsed them thoroughly. There was a noise coming from the stairs. 'Didn't I tell you I was trying to fucking sleep?' Father trailed off and stood beside me, staring at my fingers. 'Why are you just staring? Tell me what to do!' I was calm in my position, the pain was nowhere to be seen. 'Just wrap them in tissue.' Father began. 'It'll heal over anyway.' The lady shrieked.

'Why would you do that?'
'I wanted to know if I could feel something.'

8 Years Old
The woman sat me at the table, bacon and eggs scattered across my plate. 'Come on Y/N, eat up!' She grinned, opening the door to the garden and continued across the grass. I didn't batter an eye at my food as I kept my gaze on the lady. She was heading to the mud mound. And this time, it was wasn't raining while she took the rubbish out. I watched her discover the mound and tilt her head in suspicion. '3 .. 2 .. 1 ..' I whispered to myself quietly. A deafening scream filled the atmosphere.

'The family dog was murdered.'
'I know.'