Scars-💜jikook💜

Chapter 2

3rd Pov
     The house was filled with desperate screams and whimpers the whole neighborhood could probably hear it. Those screams came from jimin pleading his father to stop. He was in the cold dark basement tied to a pole so he can't escape as he was beaten to death by his father.
     Suddenly it was silent. Jimin had lost his consciousness because of the beatings. His father quickly untied his arms, kicked him in the head once more, and left. This is what happens almost every night. If he didn't get all these beatings, that means his father passed out on the couch usually with a bottle of alcohol in his hands.

Jungkook Pov
     "Wanna hang later" I asked him. I really want to hangout with him and learn more about him. I saw him hesitating and fidgeting with hem of his clothes. "I can't hang today but i'll try next time. " he replied with a hint of hesitation in his sentence.
     I was slightly disappointed. I really wanted to hang with him but I understand If he is busy.
     I walked back to my huge damn house. I rolled my eyes at the size. No matter the amount of maids and servants, I always feel really lonely.
     I was always lonely with barely any friends. I have troubles making friends. I guess you can say I have trust issues. My only friend used to be my brother, but ever since he was murdered I was back being lonely and my trust issues got worse.
     I was hanging out with my friend, Kim taehyung,  while mother and father were at work. I came home to see him tied to a chair with bruises all over his body. He was stabbed brutally at his heart. I was denying the fact that my brother was dead.
     Our family became physically and mentally unstable. Mom started getting depressed and cried nearly every night. Dad got drunk a lot. I started going into cutting. I tried to stay strong for our family. I managed to stop myself with the help of Taehyung. Mom killed herself a year later and I knew I would forever be broken without repair. Father looked so empty after mother's death. He didn't care anymore, being selfish and cold. I went back into cutting and with Taehyung moving away from Korea, no one's there to stop me.
     I looked in a special wooden box that I hid in my closet. It holds the memories about my brother and my mother. I looked at each one with much sadness. I cried silently knowing I shouldn't be heard by father. He said crying is for the weak ones. Not only that, he would throw this special box away, he threw every memory of mother and brother away.
     I went to the bathroom to wash my red face and in the corner of my eyes I see a glistening metal object. It's my small dagger. It wouldn't hurt to add a small cut. I brought the metal object to my wrist putting pressure to it. Blood came out. It didn't even hurt anymore, I was used to this. I cleaned all the blood and went back to my room to start on homework.

Jimin Pov
     I woke up with my body aching everywhere. Counting by the sunlight coming in from my window, it was morning time. It hurts so badly. I went to the bathroom and saw an entirely different boy in the mirror. I used to be so cheerful and happy back when we were still a loving, caring family. The boy in the mirror looks so depressed with bruises and scars everywhere. I don't even remember the last time I laughed. I don't even remember when was the last time I smiled without forcing it. Well... This is my life now. At least I don't cut. I never cut because I know I should be happy that I still get to school or at least get shelter, plus I know mom would be upset if I did cut. Truthfully, I pity those who cut. It means they are depressed and sad or stressed. I know how hard it is being depressed and lonely.
     I decided to take a good bath to relief my aches. I got ready for school wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. I applied make up to my face to hide all the bruises my 'dad' made yesterday. I wore my black shoes and went downstairs. I was so relieved to see him still passed out on the couch. I grabbed an apple to go and directly walked to school before he woke up and beat me again.

(Time skip : at school)

     I came into the class and sat at my usual seat in the far back corner by the window. There was barely anyone at school, well I was 45 minutes early. The back corner has always been my favorite spot. It doesn't bring too much attention. Not to mention the perfect view of everyone in the class.
     One by one,  the class starts getting crowded with students. I saw Jungkook walk in with red puffy eyes. I know that look perfectly well, he had been crying. although he looked exhausted and pale, he still gave me the same bunny smile and waved at me. He sat down beside me with a big thud. I was starting to get concerned.

Jungkook Pov
     "Are you ok?"
     I really wanted to say no to Jimin but I couldn't bring up the problem. He couldn't know that I had woke up because of a nightmare of my brother in the the middle of the night and cried weakly for 4 hours straight. Not to mention this morning father found me silently sobbing and slapped me saying crying is for the weak. I couldn't tell Jimin I was being weak.
     I looked him in the eyes and gave the most sincere smile I could muster. "I'm fine just a bit tired" Fortunately, he doesn't continue to question me although he looked like he doubt that I was telling the truth. The lesson started a few minutes later.
     In the middle of the lesson, I wasn't felling well so I excused myself from the toilet. I literally ran to the toilet and went into one of the stalls. I puked this morning's breakfast out. I instantly felt better. Coming out of the toilet, I heard soft whimpers and sobs in one of the hallways. I had a bad feeling about going there but I went anyway.
     I saw a small boy, barely my shoulder, getting pushed against the lockers by a much bigger boy. The boy was so small that his toes were barely touching the ground. I gasped at the sight and the huge boy saw me. He walked dangerously slow and...

Oof... Cliffhanger....
What do you think happened?

Anyway...
I hope you enjoy this second chapter.