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Two days in a row update, pls check the last chap if you haven't already.
⚠️triggering scenes
Laughing.
There aren't no signs that could tell when her laughter would fade. She's clutching onto her chest unbearably hard, every ripple of laughter strained her throat red, as well as her eyes, cheeks, every part of her semi-conscious body that's carrying her into the dark streets of Seoul. Her lips stretched so wide that you could see her mouth bleeding from her constant biting of her nails that slipped every so often to her gums, piercing them open to let the thick crimson blood flow out. She knew what she was doing, that she was hurting herself, but she still did it deliberately, effectively. And despite her hurting herself, she was in hysterics, shoulders wracking up and down as a wave of painful laughter coursed her system.
(Y/N) could not help herself in her exasperated self-consciousnesses. Voices in her head were screaming, telling her so many vile things. They were so loud that the female had to stop walking and bang her head on a street lamp to make these voices go away.
It's your fault Chungha died.
If she was never involved with you, she would've never died. Baby Chanmi would still have a mother.
Give up.
There's no point in fighting. Stop fighting, you piece of shit. Fucking give up. You have no future, no life, you have no meaning, might as well give up and let Seokjin use your body. Let Jimin use your body. Let them. Let them. Let them. Or you could give it to Namjoon. He would love to touch you, violate you, do whatever he wants to you. You're nothing but a ragged doll who's meant to be thrown away anyways. You're nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. You're nothing!
Give up.
It's your fault Chungha died.
You should've been alone, isolated, locked up away in a cursed island. All you can do is drag people in and cause misfortunes. You're nobody. You can't do anything. You're weak. You have no powers.
"Stop, please stop. Stop. Stop. STOP!" Her body fell to the ground, rocking, rocking, always in motion, never ceasing her movements. "I'm not we-weak. I'm not po-powerless. I'll bring them down. I'll bring all of them down. I'll avenge Chungha— Ch-Chungha... I'll find who the Boogeyman is. I'll kill him. Find him. Kill him. Find him. KILL HIM!"
She's a girl in distress, bucking under the strain. These thoughts were causing more harm, effecting her muscles and sending her into a stupor. She tried to speak, muster any organized sentences and scream for help, but when she spoke it made no sense, like a telephone call only heard on one side and the caller leaping from one unconnected subject to another. Her mind shattered from this extreme pressure while the rest of her followed.
Loathe.
There isn't any other emotion on her system, it wasn't anything but that. Without her loathing against the people who harmed her, who harmed Chungha, she'd be nothing, she'd feel nothing. So why eat? Why sleep? Why would she continue to breathe if there wasn't anything driving her anymore? It's the only fuel that keeps her heart pumping and brain ticking over and over... giving her ideas, way too many... way too brutal, going off course to her original one where little to no people gets hurt.

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