The Choice

Chapter Two

You didn't feel the tap on your shoulder while you were walking fast, finding out the quickest route to the school canteen, and content with telling your best friend about the new guy. That was.. until you felt it...

A quick, deafening hit to the face, pain searing at the point of impact, and the books you were holding now strewn across the floor. You were still for a second before stumbling, the world spinning quickly around you and making you sick. You waved your arms wildly, trying to cling to anything that could help you stay upright.  You grabbed a shoulder in your frantic attempt to stay upright. And not just any shoulder.. 

You looked up and instantly dreaded your actions, murmuring a silent 'Fuck..'

"Hey, Y/N, we heard you had your eyes set on the new boy! Do you honestly think he'd date you? The poor girl who can't even afford a decent meal? In your dreams!" She cackled, grabbing the things you managed to save from the first blow and slamming them to the floor, scattering your notes and school supplies all over the place. You attempted to pick them up, but were met with a second blow, this time to the stomach, knocking the air out of you. Strong hands tightly clenched your arms and held you still, preventing you from moving.

A fourth blow to the right temple of your head, and a third to the stomach. You began to feel dizzy and soon lost track of the number of hits; right then, right there, you felt useless, lonely, incapable, and meaningless, like an ugly doll in a toy store waiting to be used, but there was still a difference. The doll knew what it's use was, you didn't. The doll would wait to be used, you would wait to find out what your use was. You  were currently under the impression that your death would make no difference to anyone's life. Obviously, that wasn't the case, but then, it felt like it was...

The same questions kept cropping up in your mind, hurting you even more than the blows you were taking. Why did you have to be the one to be picked on? Why couldn't you be like the rest of them? Why weren't you perfect? Why weren't you perfect enough to begin with? Why weren't you even enough...?  

You felt that your arms were released from the tight hold you was in just a few moments ago. You fell to the ground in agony, but were relieved that they had eventually stopped. You took a deep breath, feeling as if it had been hours since you had taken one. With a big kick from behind, your breath was quickly knocked out of your chest. They weren't done with you yet. You began to be kicked in all directions, as the cackles of your bullies got louder and louder, more violent and frightening with every hit. Sniffles soon drowned the laugh, tear drops rolling down your cheek. The agonising pain was too much to bear with. The bruises would be more painful than ever before.

You glanced up, you saw the staring faces of the other students, boring in your face, all knowing the destiny that you had, all powerless to do something. Unable... useless... the words hurt you more than anything, but inside the agony, you found determination, an outburst of rage exploded from deep within, you wasn't going to let them boss you around, you were going to put an end to this, right now. This is where the suffering was coming to an end. You didn't know what happened inside of you, but it all just ignited, your hand moved uncontrollably, and you snatched one of the girls' feet. You immediately yanked it, sending her arms flapping, and the rest of her body spinning as she was tripped by this new force. One by one, each girl was either dragged, punched or kicked to the ground, until only one girl was left.

She stared at you in horror, shocked by the unexpected change of dominance, and now she was the weakest, still eyes, focused on the monstrous beast that was you, worried that if she moved she would die. It was almost like a casual swimmer who randomly found himself facing a shark, counting the seconds until he died.

You approached her, each step louder and louder than the last one. That newfound strength wasn't going to last forever, and it soon took a toll on you, just as you reached over to your bully.  You toppled, crashing into the floor. All the pain and faintness had made you reach your peak, resulting into you fainting, your unconscious body lying on the floor, covered with bruises, and blood flowing out of the back of your head. "Oh my gosh Y/N are you all right!" he asked desperately as he picked you up. "MOVE! OUT OF THE WAY"!

Hiii we're back againnn so here we have a plot twistttt, Y/N has been bullied for such a long time and is finally fighting back, but in the end she unfortunately fainted (damn you guys were probably anticipating her to beat the crap outta the main bully, but of course, we had to add a plot twist... well kinda idk if it's called that but yeah). Who do you think the guy at the end is..? Seokjin? Or another person? This is kinda where we like introduce the main characters tbh 😳