he ran. he ran as fast as he could. as fast as his legs could carry him. as fast as his strength would let him. he was scared.
"slut!"
"whore!"
"disgusting bitch!"
"you deserve to rot in hell!"
"cock sucker!"
minghao sobbed as he ran. he didnt know what to do. it stung. everything they said stung. it was true; he was everything they said. he was disgusting. he was gross. he was not meant to be loved. he knew that he should just die.
"fucking die!"
"youre gross!"
"are you some sort of gay prosti?"
"he's a whore. thats all he'll ever be."
is that really all he'll ever be? is that all that he was capable of? is that all he will ever know himself as? what was so wrong about him? why did this happen? what did he ever do to deserve this?
"ah!"
minghao blacked out.