I Love You, TFBOYS

I can't take it! >Angst<

WARNING ⚠️ THIS CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND VIOLENT WORDS, SO BE AWARE.

THESE SCENARIOS ARE NOT REAL BUT MADE UP! SO DON'T TRY IT AT HOME!!!

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I feel weak after being beaten up for what seemed like hours.

I don't know why my parents just won't stop beating me. Even if I'm not doing anything.

I was just coming home from school, and then they began beating me, saying that I'm the fault of their bankrupt and how their lives are now. If I wasn't born it would have been much better for them now. Then at least they can be drinking as much as they want without interruption. Without paying for me... seeing me.

School is actually not something they need to pay for, because I have gotten a scholarship, but food and supplies are. But that doesn't matter now.

I'm standing here, feeling the breeze in my hair, in my face. The peaceful sound of the wind blowing and the smell of freshness. I'm going to miss this.

"You know that suicide is not the answer toward every pain right?" A mysterious but pale boy with a cold face said, as I instantly turned around not knowing anybody was up here and knew how to come here too.

It has been abandoned since some kind of rumor have been going around, that three boys in their teens got shot up here by a masked male who asked for their money. The boys were all sons of powerful CEO's.

"I have been seeing enough to know that, so don't talk against us." another pale but kind looking boy said as he kinda "knew" what I wanted to say next.

"Don't ask. I know we look pale." the third boy, who yeah, looked slightly handsome said.

"Who are you all?" I asked them, without stuttering like I usually do in school or at home.

"It's not important about us, Y/n. We know who you are, and your intention. So we are here to stop you before you will be doing something stupid."

Me? Doing something stupid? I was just taking some fresh air?

"And don't try to do anything stupid, except going down later, and try to take some necessary items with you, before you will be running away from some psychopaths."

Psychopaths? Who's a psychopath?

"Listen to us and trust us. Your parents that you have now, is not your real parents. They stole you from your parents when you were small and took you to get money easier. But what they didn't realize until later, was the fees." The kind looking, boy, blurted out as the others agreed.

"They were the ones who killed three boys, just to threaten their parents to hand out money before they will be killing them too." The cold guy continued on as my curiosity grew, while I got more anxious at the same time.

"How do you all know about these boys? Weren't they dead by a serial killer?"

"No... we died because of money." The handsome guy said as they all stood up and circled me.

"And you need to leave now!," They all said in unison before left by lifting up their faces and got sucked up by some kind of force. Which more looked like they got pursued by some kind of demon or anything like that.

Walking down the stairs to my room, I quietly packed and then left without any sound, but turned out it was too late.

"Where are you going... Y/n?" my so-called mother asked me, as she looked drunk and smelled drunk too.

"I'm just staying over a friends house," I muttered out before nervously gulping.

"A friend? Honey! She's trying to flee!" She called her husband up, as he pointed at me with his gun.

"Come with all of your money and then we won't do anything!" my so-called father yelled at me pointing up his gun against my hand.

"I don't ha-" I tried to mutter out before he fired the gun and took my bag and left the house. Leaving it, so that it will look like a homicide...