Jungkook: 11 April Year 22

Eventually it became as I wished. I bumped into the thugs I met on the street and they beat me up to their heart’s content. I laughed while they hit me, causing them to think I was crazy and hit me more. I leaned against the shutters and stared at the nothingness of the jet-black night sky. In the distance, I saw a single blade of grass. It was pushed to the ground by the blowing wind. Just like me. I felt like I was going to cry so I deliberately laughed. 

 

I closed my eyes and saw an image of my stepfather clearing his throat. My step brother kicked me and laughed. My stepfather’s relatives looked away or told pointless stories amongst themselves. They acted as if I wasn’t there, as if I didn’t exist. In front of them, my mother became flustered. I put my hands on the floor and tried to get up. The shifting dust made me cough. It hurt like a knife going through the pit of my stomach. I climbed to the top of a construction zone. At night, the lights of the city sprawled out in disgusting colors. I climbed on top of the handrail, raised my two arms out, and began to walk. I stumbled and almost lost my balance. If I just missed one step I could easily fall to my death, I thought. If I died, everything would go away. If I disappeared, no one would be sad.

 

@shootinghearts_

 

 

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