THE QUIET.

|forty six

there were rumors going around school today.

my knuckles were dark purple and skinned up.

people were saying i beat someone up.

unlike before,

everyone was avoiding my gaze.

they were too afraid to stare this time.

they thought i would beat them up too.

ha,

how ironic.

now i was viewed as a bully.

for two months i was constantly beat up and mentally broken down by these people,

and now they're scared of me.

it honestly felt pretty good.

i didn't mind at first.

then,

i got called to the principal's office.

he accused me of harassing someone.

even more fucking ironic,

he thought it was you.

min fucking yoongi.

apparently you weren't at school today,

and i had 'beef' with you.

i mean,

of course i did.

but i wouldn't ever hit you,

even though i should have.

it's quite sad to be honest.

even though you completely broke not only my heart,

but me as a person,

i would still never hit you.

yet,

i had to say i hit someone.

i couldn't tell him i punched a wall for half an hour last night.

it's a form of self harm.

and i really don't want to go back to the hospital.