Till Death Do Us Part [Jungkook×Reader]

•16• Memory

With that, night time came while the whole day she laid there on the bed as she was now numb to the air conditioner's cooling hitting her naked self. Her body had turned completely cold. She grunted while sitting on the bed as her body was completely sore. Her eyes were fixed on the moon outside the window which was now alone as no stars were there.

She felt like the moon had sent the stars away to not let them see her broken self. Her dried up eyes felt a little moisture in them as tears found way again in her eyes. It seemed like she was never meant to be loved. She felt like her existence never mattered to anyone so what was the point of living. She got up from the bed and the bedsheet fell down leaving her body alone again in front of the cold air. She felt like she was never meant to be cherished. Her empty eyes fell on the bruises on her arms.

Baekhyun never approached her after the day he had brought her here and Jackson was also gone for a while now as they were sure she couldn't do anything.

She got up with shivering legs as pain shot up in her lower half. She breathed out in pain and her eyes teared up.

She entered the bathroom and opened the faucet making the water fill the bathtub. She entered the tub when it was filled enough. Water was too cold she didn't flinch as her body numbed too much to feel anymore.

Her arms automatically ran over her body scrubbing and scratching her skin. The marks on her soul were uglier than the ones on her body and she knew they would remain forever.

The rubbing intensified until she felt like her body was begging her to stop.

To stop that torture.

To end this misery.

To free it from all this dirt.

The tears running down her cheeks weren't able to understand the god's wish.

What did she do to deserve this?

You are...

Worthless

Dirty

Vulgar

Slut

Disgrace

Ugly

The voice shouted louder in her head making her hold her head in pain. Her heart started thumping louder in her chest as the voice mocked her, stripped her off of her dignity.

Her ragged breathing reflected the fear and pain in her heart as she clutched on the sides of the bathtub.

After few minutes of struggle, she came out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around herself and went inside the room. With no emotions playing on her face, she opened the wardrobe and took out a long loose frock and wore it. She sat in front of the dressing table looking at the mirror. There in front of her was a broken girl who always had the wish that someday she'll be cherished. Someday someone would come who would protect her from this world and never let anyone harm her. A sad smile embraced her lips as she remembered the times she used to think that one day, a person will come, he would be nothing like those monsters she had met in her life rather he would be the one who would cherish her and make her feel the most beautiful person.

But the moment her eyes fell on the marks on her face, her neck, her shoulders visible in the mirror's reflection, her smile faded leaving only a layer of tears brimming her eyes. Her dry throat ached as she tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. As she again looked in the mirror, she saw the moon's reflection in it which was peeking from the window maybe curious to know if she was alright.

She opened the glass door and came in the little balcony joined with her room. She gazed at the moon which looked too alone just like her. But she didn't pay attention to the fact that still it was shining, because it knew the stars might have left him but the sky belong to him. She never believed that she was worthy of anything and now she doubted if she was even worthy of living.