I started to draw at school.
The doodles and lines on my paper,
distracting me from my third grade teacher.
She was a nice person.
That was,
until she lowered me grades for being,
"too good."
Why would she do that?
My parents threatened her or she would lose her job.
Why did they hate me so much?
I returned home and father yelled at me.
He threw a glass bottle at my feet and pulled my hair.
He hit me and kicked me to the ground.
I cried and screamed until you left,
leaving me on the floor of the house I hated.
Possibly even more than the place I loved before I left into the cruel world.
YOU ARE READING
are you leaving now? ◾j.jk & bts◾
Fanfictionwhy am I here? why did I decide to be with you? i was just an extra, wasn't i? you never cared for me. or maybe I'm delusional. no, no. i'm never delusional. do you hate me? i'll just leave. don't try to stop me. will you? of course not. (of course...
