Warning:

This chapter is pretty intense and hold some scenes that some may find uncomfortable to read. Please don't proceed if you aren't comfortable with depictions of violence and mentions of rape. You've been warned.

You should have known that he would pull something like this.

He was always using backhanded ways to force you into a corner and make you lose to him.

You hated him before...but every single part of you was now radiating with nothing but pure hatred for that beast as your eyes took in the familiar sight in front of you...

He wasn't going to make it easy...of course he wouldn't. Why would he? So much was on the line for him....if you left, this world would be destroyed...taking him with it.

You felt no pity for him. You were going to get out of this place even if it meant having to relive one of the most traumatic moments of your life.

You observed from a distance as a younger version of yourself laughed at something the pizza delivery man had said....

Taehyung's-- The real Taehyung's-- smile only widened as you giggled at his childish antics, his finger moving up and lifting the tip of his red baseball cap as he observed your features even closer, body leaning towards you.

"You're a cutie." He smiled out, chestnut hair falling over his face. "I don't usually get many cute ones."

Your younger self raised a brow at his words, hands clutching a twenty-dollar bill closely to your chest.

"I have a boyfriend." You deadpanned.

Your words only momentarily halted him, another smile pulling on his features as he scratched the back of his head.

"Ah." He said quietly, a blush glowing on his cheeks. "I guess I should have guessed that."

You shook your head, waving your hand as you chuckled lightly.

"Don't worry about it." You laughed. "You couldn't have known."

Taehyung smiled.

"You know.." He started, hand running up your arm. "He doesn't have to know if you don't want him to."

You raised a brow, amusement instantly falling from your features as you eyed him.

Your hand grabbed his, pushing it off of you.

"No, thank you." You deadpanned. "I'm okay with just the pizza."

He shrugged his shoulders, lips pursing playfully as he extended the pizza towards you.

"Suit yourself, babe."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you accepted the box, hands brushing against his as he took the money from your hand.

Your skin brushed against his momentarily, causing his face to light up with a smile.

"You wanna hold my hand that badl-"

You tilted your head as his eyes grew wide, words cutting themselves off as his entire body froze, playful exterior quickly transforming into a morbid look of agony.

He coughed breathlessly, blood pouring from his mouth as he began to sink to his knees.

Your past self could only watch in horror as the blood stain on his shirt began to grow by the second, his entire being shaking as he fell limp onto the ground, no sound of breath coming from him.

You stumbled backwards, a scream escaping you as you took in the sight of yet another man in this room.

Jimin's clothes and hands were covered in blood, his eyes full of a crazed emotion as he watched Taehyung draw his last breath, a sick smile forming on his features as he turned to face you.

"There you are." Jimin breathed.

You watched as your past self's back met the wall, chest heaving in terror.

Jimin began walking towards you.

You weren't sure what to do in a situation like this...

Should you watch your past self get her memories erased? Should you let Jimin get close to her?

Were you supposed to sit and watch this play out?

That seems like something Jimin would do...He'd make you sit and relive on of your most tragic memories....he wants you to beg him to take back the memories of death and gore...

But you wouldn't.

You would not run from this...You would face it head on and learn from your mistakes of the past.

The small girl you watched tremble before Jimin no longer existed..

Jimin wanted you to watch things play out....

But, you wouldn't.

Never again.

With anew-found flash of courage, you grabbed the fire poker from the fireplace, watching as Jimin continued his advance onto your past self.

If he wanted someone to just sit in and watch...

He could marry that stupid doll of his.

You rushed in front of him, holding the heavy poker of your shoulder, eyes narrowing on the black-haired man.

Jimin's eyes moved from your past self's, expression never once changing as he stared at you, hands extending out.

"You shouldn't be frightened." He told your present self. "I won't harm you, darling."

You shook your head.

"No," You whispered. "You won't."

With one last push of strength, you shoved the poker forward, watching as it disappeared into his chest.

Jimin sputtered out in pain, stumbling backwards as he stared at you in utter shock, hands hovering over the handle as you released it.

A foul stench filled the air as a black ooze poured from the wound, only serving to make him even weaker than he already was.

You never once showed any emotion, only glaring as he laughed maniacally, body beginning to convulse as he fell onto the floor.

"You'll never beat me." He coughed. "I am a part of you...I'll always be with you...I'll always love you....Even if you turn out to be like your mommy."

Your eyes widened at those words.

"S-Shut up."

Jimin laughed, the black ooze now running out of the side of his mouth.

"She's a part of you too, isn't she?" He asked. "You're mommy's little money maker...."

You squeezed your eyes closed, shaking your head as you took a step backwards.

"And....you're so pretty."

Your eyes snapped open.

That voice....That wasn't Jimin's voice...

You froze as you took in the change of scenery.

The familiar blood-covered living room you once stood in was now gone...now replaced with something far worse.

Tears formed in your eyes as you took in the familiar small room...stained pink wallpaper surrounding you.

Oh god...no.

You were no longer standing, body draped carefully on the twin bed of your childhood, the familiar floral pattern doing little to ease you.

Your body shook as your breathing became unsteady.

You couldn't move.

You wanted to throw up as your mother walked into the room, her features and clothes the exact same as that night....

"I see you've finally gotten yourself ready, dear."

You shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks as he walked over towards you, hand gently petting your hair.

Your clothes were gone, replaced with the small pink nightgown you had worn that night...

You wanted so badly to die.

"You be a good girl for these gentlemen..." Your mother smiled. "I'll take you for ice cream later."

You didn't know when you had started crying, but you knew that you couldn't stop, shaking your head profusely as you begged her to stay by your side and help you.

You didn't think anything could hurt worse than the first time you watched your mother turn her back on you...But you were wrong...

Turns out...watching her walk away from you a second time was far worse.

A scream left your lips as the first man walked in...

He didn't have a face. His features were blurred and distorted. His whole body was a bit fuzzed and blurry as though he was a television show and there was a thunderstorm outside...

The only part of him that was vividly clear was his hands.

You could only sob and cry as he grabbed your arms, placing his face into your hair, repeated the same action as all those years ago.

You couldn't move.

Just like a child.

You were stuck--frozen in place like a motionless doll.

Your mother's cruel laughter filled your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hands ripping your night gown.

Her laughing grew louder and louder as his actions continued.

You wanted to cover your ears and drown her out--you wanted to scream again...but nothing left your throat.

"This is where you belong!" Your mother laughed. "This is where you were born to be! You don't deserve anything better. You don't deserve to find happiness. This is the best it gets for you. So, shut up and take it!"

You shook your head.

"You're trash!" She screamed, her voice becoming deep and distorted. "No one wants you! You're only good for being beneath men! What happened to all of your big talk, Y/n!? Are you finally finished pretending to be a hero?!"

The man above you parted your thighs slowly, his hands gripping them tightly.

You didn't want to believe any of what she was saying...but, how could you not? You were weak...you couldn't even find the strength to fight back against the man trying to rape you--the man that haunted your nightmares since you were a little girl.

You couldn't stop history from repeating itself... You couldn't do anything.

"You think these gloves make you special?"

Your eyes snapped open, moving over to the other side of the room and watching as your mother ripped the rainbow gloves you had come to find so much comfort in.

"They're trash..." She smiled. "Just like you."

"You really didn't have to do this for me." You smiled, holding the multicolored gloves close to your chest as you smiled at your boyfriend.

Namjoon shook his head, helping you adjust the fingers of the fabric.

"I know that." He hummed. "I did it because I wanted to."

You pecked his cheek, wiggling your fingers experimentally.

"I'll treasure them forever."

Namjoon frowned slightly, taking your hands in his.

"I'm glad you like the gloves." He breathed. "But, I want you to understand...At the end of the day...these gloves are just pieces of yarn."

You tilted your head.

"Yeah...I know."

"I'm saying this because I want you to know something." He paused. "You don't need these to be strong...You don't need these gloves to move past what your mother did to you...I gave these to you so you would know...that, one day, when these gloves are lost or accidentally burned because of my terrible cooking skills..You will still be as strong as you are when you wear them...And even if you don't think you're strong...You'll still be the woman I fell in love with...You'll still be the woman who slapped a stranger who tried sleeping with her, you'll still be the woman who survived something traumatic, and you'll still be the woman who is capable of not allowing her past to define her."

You smiled softly to yourself, allowing his words to sink in.

"And you're sure that you'll be alright?" You whispered. "Loving someone as broken as me?"

His hands tightened around yours slightly.

"Way before we knew what this was all about.." He started. "I chose you and you chose me...Yes, we had our other lives and we chose those, too. Every person...every struggle..every heartache mistake was meant to happen..So it could lead me to you and you to me."

You stared at him in awe, remaining silent as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

"Throw it away.." He said. "Forget yesterday and we'll make a great escape."

Your eyes widened slightly at that memory, tears slowly beginning to dry on your cheeks as Namjoon's dimpled smile came into your mind.

Even if you couldn't find the strength to save yourself...you'd stop at nothing to save the people you cared about.

He was right.

The gloves that once served as a symbol for peace and comfort only served as a box in which you could throw your past and never confront it....

Now, the gloves were gone...and you had never felt stronger.

The past that had scarred your entire life was now playing out...

And this time, you'd be sure to do something about it.

A loud scream left your throat as you finally found the strength to move, arms raising and shoving the man off of you.

You sat up, only to be pulled down, once again by an invisible force.

You grunted in anger and frustration, sharp pain shooting through your body as the man stood from the floor, trying to climb back on top of your body.

You tried raising your right arm, trying to force distance.

Your arm shakily rose into the air, the force straining to keep it on the mattress.

That's when you noticed it.

The slight gleam of light that shone on your arm.

There was no "invisible force".

Only threads.

Threads were wrapped around your arms and legs, pulling you back down into the mattress and keeping you from moving.

Your chest heaved as you tried raising your left hand, struggling against the strength of the thin string as you reach for the threads that held your right arm down.

A yell of anger escaped you as your left hand gripped the strings, using all of your strength to pull them off of you.

The threads that you thought held so much strength snapped as soon as you touched them, freeing your right arm.

You didn't hesitate once your arm was free.

Curling your hand into a fist, you put all of your strength into one, swift punch, delivering it smack dab in the middle of the monster's jaw.

He fell onto the floor, remaining limp.

You only watched as he slowly began to dissolve into nothing more than sand.

Of course...this was only one of Jimin's tricks.

You pulled the rest of the threads off of your body, pushing yourself off of the bed and walking towards your mother.

She only smirked as you approached her, hands shaky.

"What will you do?" She snapped. "Kill me? I suppose you should...What else would you do?"

You stopped, body only a few feet from hers.

"I won't kill you." You huffed breathlessly.

She tilted her head.

"Oh?" She called. "Are you too much of a coward to do it? I should have expected this. You're too scared to face me...Just like you've always been. You'll never be able to get over it-"

"No." You interrupted.

"No?"

You let out a chuckle.

"I'm not going to kill you..." You paused. "Because I don't care enough."

She froze in her place.

"W-What?"

You laughed.

"I don't care anymore." You deadpanned. "I don't care what happens to you. Go and overdose or better yet, go and make a better life for yourself...I don't care."

"D-Did you forget what I did to you!?" She screamed. "Did you forget the torture I put you through?!"

"I tried to." You answered. "But, I've decided to accept it...and move past it..I've met someone who makes everything you did seem insignificant..."

Her body began trembling, face sinking in as she began to age extremely rapidly.

"N-No!" She yelled. "It can't work like that! It will never work like that!"

You leaned closer to her, your eyes never once leaving hers.

"You are nothing."

A/N,

Wow. This was seriously intense.

The ending is nigh, my children.

Hold on for a bit longer, alright?

This chapter held quite a lot of symbolism for Y/n's character. Comment the ideas you think I was trying to portray. :)

I love you guys so much! Keep safe in these times and eat lots of healthy and delicious food, alright?

This was heavily unedited, sorry for any mistakes.

Bye Bye!

-Max