The Bruised Girl { A BTS Fanfiction}
Episode 19
{I would write what y/n wrote in her diaries as flashback Y/N POV and whoever POV the past would be mentuoned}
Y/N {11 years old}
*a piercing cry left from her throat*
kim Cheon ha
*Forcing her hands into a scalding bowl of boiling water*
Y/N {11 years old}
*tearful eyes boring the weight of pain as she endured the torment*
kim Cheon ha
*Pushed her onto the floor*
kim Cheon ha
*lean down to y/n eye level and struck her face with a brutal force*
Y/N {11 years old}
*a red angry handprint imprinted on her tears stained cheeks and hot tears make their way to her cheek as Cheon ha berated her*
kim Cheon ha
Who gave you the permission to stay out so late? *voice thundered more of an accusation than a question*
kim Cheon ha
Oh what can I even expect from you? You were probably off enjoying yourself with some boys. Weren't you?
kim Cheon ha
Isn't that the truth?
Y/N {11 years old}
Aunt- *cutted off*
kim Cheon ha
SILENCE *shouted cutting off any explanation y/n would have offered*
Y/N {11 years old}
*flinch *
kim Cheon ha
I don't want to hear you excuses. Go to your room and don't dare to show me you ugly face. You won't be getting any dinner tonight and breakfast tommorow.
Y/N {11 years old}
Aunt. Please listen to me once.
kim Cheon ha
Go to your room. Right now. * with a finality in her voice that crushed y/n intention to express herself*
Y/N {11 years old}
*Gets up from the floor with the support of the table and limps up the stairs each step a painful reminder of the torment she endured every day.*
Y/N {11 years old}
*enter her room a misnomer for a space that resembled more of a desolate basement with shattered window glass than a place of solace.*
Y/N {11 years old}
*body slid to the cold floor and her back resting against the door as she cradled her trembling hands*
Y/N {11 years old}
*questioning herself* (wasn't I supposed to nourished and protected? What did I do to deserve this?)
Y/N {11 years old}
*Limping to a mirror and examined her reflection. She had red puffy eyes because of crying and red handprint on her cheeks and her skin paler than ever*
Y/N {11 years old}
*A small and bitter smile tugged at her lips as she chuckled at her misery* (Pathetic aren't I?)
Y/N {11 years old}
*Rummaged under her bed to find a first aid kit*
Y/N {11 years old}
*carefully applied medication with a cotton ball and wrappind it in protection of white bandages afterwards*
Y/N {11 years old}
*She made her way to her cold bed with a sigh of relief of surviving the day feeling weary and famished*
Y/N {11 years old}
*Trying to drift to sleep but her thoughts continued to torment her*(Would I ever be happy again? Or l should succumb to never ending cycle of suffering?)
Y/N {11 years old}
*And once again the sleepines , a very close friend of hers which helped her to numb her pain forwaded his hand which she took lovingly*
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