The Bruised Girl { A BTS Fanfiction}

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I am the author of this story.

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Before starting this story I want to give a disclaimer.

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☆This story is only meant for entermainment purpose it has nothing to do with real life.

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☆ This book has nothing to do with the real life idols in real life I respect them as idols and i suggest you to do that too.

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☆All of the characters, plot , incident and places are purely fictional.

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☆ I don't encouragage you to start any fandom fight.

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☆ This is a fanfic using characters from kpop group members.

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☆ Contain abusive language and abuse so read on your own risk.

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☆ Grammatical mistakes are not intentional. English is not my first language so please forgive me and consider it.

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•the end•

Episode 1

• Episode 1 •

The loud continous beeping keeps getting louder each passing seconds as in my blurry vision I could see person in doctor scrubs continues to operate on me.

In hope of me getting alright

As I lay on the uncomfortable bed with almost 3 serious injuries and many unknowns I don't know how many serious injuries which were untreated as it was still fading not wanting me to forget about my beautiful past, so it leaves a scar passionately brutal etched on my skin.

As the continous throbbing in my head trap my head in a daze as a liquid trickles down the back of my head making red blood trickles down my dark choclate hair.

I couldn't feel anything except the throbbing on my head which I was wondering was cause of my collision with car or the loud beeping ringing in my ear.

I didn't knew if my heart was clenching because of the death clinging to me lips and dry blood drying on it corner.

Or because of the pain that I numbed fora long time in fear of breaking came crashing down on as the weight on my chest

I closed my eyes too tired to try to stay awake as i recalled my story.

But my story doesn't start from this serious and crowded hospital.

But rather it start from when I came back to my own......my brothers house two months ago.

Or maybe this story started 12 years ago which was the end of my childhood and the begining of my poetry.

But I will like to start with the latter.

But I guess I am not the right person to lead you through my story and I think I will be not an entertaining person for tracing the words in my old diaries written in memories of the thousand of inky footprints which are left by people I encountered on my heart

I myself would lead you to my brother

Episode 2

Continuation of episode 1

kim y/n

*wakes up*

kim y/n

*Breathing heavily with sweats beads glistening on her forehead while her eyes became glossy with her chest heaving up and down which was a significant proof of her body with a soul.*

(Thinking)

kim y/n

(The memories of that night is like printed in the back of my head)

kim y/n

*Looks outside the window*

The window was covered with a layer of fog. It was the days of late december so it was really cold. Trees were shredding their leaves which turn ed into humus giving the tree nutrients thus the life cycle continues.

kim y/n

(the weather is so lovely. It reminds of a qoute I read in a book)

kim y/n

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

The above qoute does not belong to me. The credit goes to john geddes his book name 'A Familiar Rain'.

Her morning daze was broke by a knock on the wooden of her room.

Maid :Are you awake?*knocking on her room door*

kim y/n

Yeah I am awake.

Maid : miss please come downstairs.

kim y/n

Fine and thank you for your service you can go.