The second your eyes snap open your chest fills with the tugging feeling of longing as your gaze sets on your beige colored bedroom wall, your fingers gripping your comforter tenderly.
Ah...
It wasn't a dream...
Pushing your sore body off of your bed you slightly whimper when your stomach growls and alerts you of your hunger, the bustling sound of people having fun downstairs causing you to frown.
I haven't had anything to eat in forever...I didn't eat at Minnie's house or at the party...it's already evening...
Standing up and quietly making your way to your bedroom door you creep up to the rail and peer over the expensive wood to see all the people standing around sipping alcohol out of your mother's fancy glasses.
Ah...she's having another dinner party...
Your mouth practically waters when your eyes set on the exquisite treats and piping hot pans of expensive food circling the entire marble bar in the middle of the kitchen, your gaze searching the room for either of your parents.
Mother never lets me eat the food at the parties...maybe if I sneak down there I can get some...
Carefully making your way to the staircase you begin descending down them and get to the bottom where women in beautiful long gowns talk up rich husbands obviously looking for a fun night, your mouth slightly twisting with disgust.
At least Jimin wasn't into cheating...
"Y/N?"
"M-Mother.."
Your eyes snap over to you mother's slender figure set in a tight blue dress with her regular red lipstick plastered on her plump lips, her eyebrows kneading together in agitation.
"What are you doing down here?!"
Your entire body begins shaking with anxiety when she lowers her voice to a sharp whisper, her gloves hand tightly gripping your wrist.
"I-I just wanted something to eat mother I'm hungry-"
"This isn't YOUR food this is OUR food, when everyone is gone you can eat the food we have picked out for you."
"But Mother can't I have just one I didn't eat anything at Minnie's-"
"That must be where this defiance is coming from. I knew better than to let that ruffian around you. She does nothing but taint others with her horrific ways. Get back upstairs, you could lose a few pounds anyway if I were to be honest."
Why...
Why won't she let me eat the same food as her?...
"M-Mother please I'm hungry-"
"I said, get back up to your room, NOW."
Stifling a small squeak you fall back onto the stair when your mother pushes your wrist back with a look of anger flashing in her heavily done up eyes, your gaze falling to the floor.
"Y-Yes Mother..."
"Good girl."
When she turns and walks away you glare at her form and sadly begin making your way back up the stairs with a growling stomach, your hand massaging your wrist lightly.
She's so cruel...not once have I ever been able to have any kind of sweet or food like they get...I just get healthy food to try and keep me sickly skinny like this.
Wiping away a stray tear you pad into your bedroom and shut your door while balling your hands into fists and looking over into the mirror again, your wrist beginning to get light bruises.
I'm stuck in a prison...
Never able to have good food...good clothing...I can't even have a soda or anything...I'm pretty sure none of mother's friends even know I exist.
Ever since I was a child I've been locked away in this room anytime anyone has ever come over...like I'm some kind of a cancer in her life that she doesn't want to reveal...
Is it because I'm not as pretty as she is?...
Because I'm not as thin as she is even though I eat practically nothing?
Pressing your hands against your stomach you push in the skin and try hard to suck in so you look thinner, a stifled cry emitting from your throat.
Why couldn't I have just been perfect so mother will love me more?
Father won't even speak to me for whatever reason...why do I have to be this way?...
Throwing yourself back onto your bed you pull the red dress out of the bag again and play with the small ruffles of the material as tears spill out of your eyes, the dreadful feeling in your chest getting worse and worse.
"I-I want to go back...when you were holding me in your arms...when you told me I was beautiful and ran your fingers through my hair...I miss it...I miss you...."
And yet you don't even know who I am...or that I exist...
For another two years I'm going to spend my life on this room locked away...the only thing allowed in here being my study books....
Rolling over onto your back you gaze up at the ceiling and try your best to wipe away the streams of tears staining your face and neck, the boring shade of beige doing nothing to make you feel better.
What will I do once I graduate?
The day of...I'll buy myself a suitcase and get out of here...maybe Minnie will have her a place at that time...and I won't need their money anymore for schooling...so I'll just be able to get out clean...get a good job...and make myself someone worthy of living life...
Because right now...
It doesn't feel very worth it...
Once again bringing the silky material up to your nose and inhaling the fading scent of Jimin's cologne you allow a sad smile to spread across your cheeks, your fingers moving up to tenderly touch your lips.
He was so gentle and sweet....
I guess I can see why he's so popular...even on a college campus where not many people can be considered popular...
I wish I was back there with you...
I wish I was back in your arms...
I just want you to call me beautiful...just one more time....
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