"You're useless."
"You think people like you? In reality you're just a nobody. A waste of oxygen."
"It's your fault that she died."
"It should have been you too die and not her."
Jun sat whimpering in the corner of his room, silent tears falling down his face.
These same things were repeated to him every single day.
So much that he was starting to believe them.
'He's right.'
'Maybe I should just die.'
'It's not like anyone would miss me.'
These silent thought plague Jun's mind as more and more abuse is thrown at him.
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Ukulele Boy | Junhui
General Fiction"You look at me like there's something worth looking at." ✗Wen Junhui✗ ❖Trigger Warning❖
