𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚—-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐

Playing body by mother mother

(Mentions of Self-harming, violent imagery, dark mental health and Sexual assault)

Doors are opening.

The wait wasn't punishment

It was preparation.

Hyunjin ran straight to the bathroom as soon as they were back, locking the door as soon as he was inside. The other tried to follow, concerned and worried voices through the door but he blocked them out.

Tears still fell. Heavier as memories he wished to forget arose faster than he would have liked.

His stupid, dumb, disgusting face always got him in trouble.

He was told from a very young age that his face was all he was good for. The self-pity quickly turned into self-hatred. Anger.

Anger to his face. Anger to his body.

And before he knew it, driven by a chaos of emotions, he was picking up scissors to his beautiful long hair.

His appearance was the problem right? So why not destroy it. If he's ugly, if he's rid of this disgusting face, they'll leave him alone. The hand prints will fade. The touch will never continue. He'll be left alone.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

With his beautiful brown locks in a tight fist, he cut it off, tears falling as quick as his hair fell.

He was tired of crying. He was tired of dealing with the same thing. Again. And again.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

He wanted to scream. He barely even looked to how much he was cutting. He was too focused in changing his appearance. He was too focused in Changing himself. He wanted to be anyone but himself. He didn't want to be him anymore.

Feeling the constant ache on his skin. He wanted it gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

I WANT IT GONE.

RID ME OF THIS FACE

THIS BODY

THIS BURDEN.

The hands.

Rid me of their hands.

I want it gone

Gone

Gone.

The scissors were dropped in amongst the locks of hair. And all he could do, was wipe his eyes clear and stare back at himself.