Go Away

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~Mark~
It's Thursday. I hate being here while everyone is at school. Yeah i hate school but it's best i go so i can graduate and go to college or something. I also need to go to school to make sure Kakuji doesn't try anything with bambam. Yeah sure, seems like im worried or i like bambam. It's not that, i just don't need Kakuji hurting people in general.

KunKun✌🏻3!

KunKun✌🏻: day 102028281 with out Mark hyung on the bus

KunKun✌🏻: OMG OMG HYUNG A GIRL SAT NEXT TO ME AND ASKED FOR MY NUMBER

KunKun✌🏻: WHAT DO I TELL HER HYUNG EKSKWKDM

Mark😒: just tell her you're gay and that you have your eye on someone else

KunKun✌🏻: okay okay

KunKun✌🏻: she got up and moved. Oof that was just horrible

Mark😒: 🙄🙄

KunKun✌🏻: i have a question, what are you doing around 3?

Mark😒: you already know what I'm doing

KunKun✌🏻: nothing okay cool cool

KunKun✌🏻: you should come over again :D

Mark😒: might as well move in

KunKun✌🏻: you should do that too

Mark😒: ew

KunKun✌🏻: you know you love me 😘

Mark😒: nah I'm more like disgusted by you

KunKun✌🏻: why are you so mean to me 🙁

Mark😒: i was kidding.

KunKun✌🏻: i know 😁🤪

Mark😒: get to class and focus on school. Don't you dare text me while in class. You must focus.

KunKun✌🏻: okay dad 🙄

I chuckle at what bambam called me. I roll my eyes before getting up and grabbing my towel. Might as well start my day.

(A/N: guys this is a warning. What you are about to read now might trigger some of you. So please. If you don't like reading anything involving suicidal thoughts or actions, do not read ahead. I'll tell when it's over)

I come out the shower and I keep seeing my phone light up. I grab it and see it's my dad. I pick up the phone and answer it. "Hello?" 'You're a piece of shit you know that? I hate seeing your face sometimes, it gets me angry and makes me want to punch the fuck out of you. It's all your fault your mother left me. The reason why she killed herself. I hate you. I want you out of my life. It's all your fault. All of it. Why don't you just die hm? Just go kill yourself. I'm tired of you. I want you out of my house. I don't care where you go, but get the fuck out. You can call me an alcoholic or whatever. But you can fuck off' the line ends.

~Third POV~
Mark's phone fell out of his hand as he let his tears fall. His dad had always blamed him for his mothers death. To the point Mark believes it. He has cut himself because of this. Has all the scars on his legs and wrist, even his stomach. Right now, all his thoughts are running through his mind.

'Its true'

'She hated you'

'Why are you even still alive?'