Do you ever find yourself comparing yourself to others and pointing out your flaws? Do you ever find yourself worrying about little things and worrying if you look good? Do you ever find yourself caring about what others think of you?
Do you ever t...
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Jimin woke up to his mother yelling. He heard some bottles breaking downstairs. Jimin felt fear run through his vains. He was scared. He clutched tightly at his sheets.
He wanted to leave. He didn't feel safe in his own home. He heard the footsteps of his mother walking up the stairs.
He knew it. He was going to get hit. Something must've really stressed her out at work which led to drinking. The call from the school saying that he was absent for his other classes didn't help.
Ever since his dad passed away his mother has been like this. Things just keep getting worse and worse. She would always abuse him emotionally but as time passed it turned into physical abuse.
Jimin always let her. He always let her take her anger out on him even when he didn't no anything. He feels like he deserves it anyways.
"Park Fucking Jimin! Why the fuck did the school tell me you were absent?! You fucking bitch!" She slammed the door into the wall as she opened his door.
She walked towards Jimin and grabbed his hair, pulling it.
Jimin hissed in pain. "I-I'm sorry, mom. It won't happen again!" Jimin apologized, feeling tears run down his cheek.
"Oh I fucking know it won't happen again, fucking fatass." She yelled at him.
She slapped him, leaving a red handprint from the impact. She lifted up her hand that had her very sharp ring and hit Jimin.
Jimin shut his eyes tightly, feeling blood dripping down his cheek. She kept hitting him before eventually walking away and passing out on the couch.
Jimin cried as he looked down. Why him? What did he do? Oh yeah, he was born.
He sniffled before walking to the bathroom to clean his cuts. He felt disgusted with himself. He looked in the mirror and saw how he looked.
"No wonder I don't have any friends." Jimin muttered as he looked down.
He went to his room and got something from under the bed. He fpund ot and he smiled. He held up the razor as he walked to the bathroom.
At that time, it seemed like it was his only friend. Jimin pressed it against his skin and began cutting lines. He hissed in pain as he did so. His arms looked like a mess of red lines, neatly cut.
Jimin felt relieved with himself. He sighed as he saw blood all over his arms. He washed the blood off, hissing in pain.
He looked at his art work and smiled. He walked back to his room and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be hell. Jimin cried himself to sleep about the thought of going back to school.
Jimin woke up to his mother yelling at him. "Get your ass to school! Fucking faggot! Useless piece of shit. At least do something! I should've aborted you! No wonder your dad left." Her words spit like venom.
She slammed the door and left. Jimin felt tears falling down his cheek. He wiped his tears and got ready for school.
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This is his outfit but without the sunglasses and with brown hair.
Jimin gulped as he started to walk to school. It was really hot to be walking. He hoped his makeup didn't get ruined. It would show the bruises.
"I need to lose weight anyways." Jimin muttered to himself as he walked in the heat. And it didn't help that he was wearing a jacket. But he couldn't take it off. It would show his cuts.
Jimin sighed as he saw the school. He took a deep breath and walked inside. He went to his locker until he saw them. He learned more about them and found out that they are called BTS.
He gulped as he saw them approach him. He decided not to run. They would catch him anyways. It was a lose-lose situation. Besides, he deserved it anyways, he thought.
"Well if it isn't piggy!" Suga exclaimed, smirking.
Jimin tightly clutched his fists and looked down, avoiding eye contact.
Jungkook chuckled before pushing him to the lockers, hitting his back on the metal. Jimin hissed in pain.
"Leave me alone." Jimin muttered.
Jin chuckled before walking closer to Jimin and punching him in the stomach. Jimin held back a whimper and only hissed in pain.
Everyone else around them started laughing at Jimin and cheering at BTS.
"Beat him up!" Someone yelled.
"Fucking pig!" Another person said.
"He deserves it for being born."
"Useless bitch."
"He shouldn't have been born."
"He should go and kill himself"
Jimin wanted to cry. He couldn't believe people would say that. And you know, they were right. I mean why would they lie to him. I guess he was the only one that was blind since they're all saying the truth.
Eventually the bell rang and BTS smirked at him. "See you later, ugly fat bitch" Namjoon spit on him.
Everyone left so it was only Jimin in the halls. After they left he broke down. He slid down and hugged his knees, burrying his face.
He heard the bell ring and he decided to get up. He went to the bathroom and made it seem like he wasn't crying.
He limped to his classroom. From all those beatings, he couldn't walk properly.
He opened his classroom door and walked inside. His teacher rolled her eyes from being disrupted. She didn't even bother to ask why he was late or if he was okay.
"Don't be late again!" She yelled at him.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Jimin bowed before he started walking to his seat.
Suga smirked as he put his foot on the passage, making Jimin fall. He laughed and looked away. The class burst in laughter.
Jimin just looked down and got up, sitting down.
"Disrupt my classroom again and see what fucking happens!" The teacher yelled at him.
Jimin just looked at his desk. Not wanting to exist anymore. Many paper balls were thrown at him and Jimin opened at each and every one of them.
"Kill ur self, loser"
"No one likes you."
"Piece of garbage."
"Faggot."
"Lose some weight, pig"
"Maybe if you starved yourself, you wouldn't be a horrible sight to see."
"You're dad must've forgot to put a condom on if he had your ugly ass"
Jimin put them in his bag as tears ran down his cheek. He truly felt alone. He didn't have anyone by his side. He missed his dad. He missed him old school.
Maybe it would be better if he was gone. But he didn't want to die. He wanted to stay alive. For his dad.
