Taehyung's POV.

I now understand what people meant by releasing pain with just more pain.

I understand what they meant. What they all meant.

I am bitter. I am fat. I am selfish. I am lost.

I am broken.

It's all coming back. Again.

The demons were back.

The black shadows that lurked at the back of mind has swooped in, gleeful smiles etched in their lips. The fire that had once whispered miserably at the pit of my stomach was roaring in delight, specks of ebony flickering into the land of grey before it.

He was back.

The voice.

The voice was back.

The voice that haunted my dreams. The voice that loomed over me like a shadow, leering down at me.

V.

The voice called himself V.

I hated V. I hated his very being. He was what he called the 'better' side of me. The more courageous, cocky and dangerous side.

And he would make it his top priority to point out my every flaw whenever an opportunity was present.

I whimpered quietly, pushing myself into the hard-surfaced bed as if begging for it to swallow me whole. Begging it to take me away from the life I was living.

Look at yourself. So fucking pathetic.

I shook my head furiously. His voice sounded exactly like mine.

The same tone. The same deep texture.

They're not wrong you know. He taunts, his voice a drawl as he speaks. You really should die. It'll take off the burden from the others.

"Shut up!"I shout, my nails digging into my palms,"Just shut up!"

A hollow laugh echos in my mind. No one's there Tae. No one cares.

"Baekhyun hyung cares!"

Do you really believe that? Ever heard of a thing called pity, Taehyung?

I'm cradling myself now, my arms wrapped around my torso as I rolled from side to side, my eyes clenched shut as if it could disperse his taunting voice.

And Chanyeol. Chanyeol hates you. V drawls, delight evident in his voice as he watches me with hooded eyes.

I whimpered, my cheeks wet with tears,"N-no. That's not true."

A sharp, cruel laugh rings through my head. It's pitiful that you're denying the obvious truth, Taehyung. Just face the facts. No one likes you. Everyone hates you. Everyone wants you gone.

Who am I kidding?

Bakehyun only looks after me out of pity. Chanyeol never cared. The members absolutely despise my very presence. My parents hate me.

No one wants me.

Tears flood down my cheeks, my vision a blur of white as I desperately try and grasp onto the last strings that could save me. My hands clutch hopelessly in the air, falling limp at my sides.

And slowly I am pulled into an abyss of black.

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It's dark.

Completely, utterly dark.

There is no light.

Nothing.

Just the never ending corridor of black.

I throw my hands out, grasping blindly in hope of finding something. Anything. Anything that could tell me where I was.

I do not know where I am.

I am lost.

And I am scared. Terrified.

The silence pushed down on me, screaming. I whimpered, pulling my legs to my chest as I curl into a ball. My cheeks are wet and I am shaking.

Please help me. Please.

I cradle myself in the darkness for hours maybe, my sobs the only sounds in the empty room. My chest burns with every cry, my palms stinging from the abuse of my nails.

Then I hear something.

Whispers.

Not just any whisper. A slow, taunting whisper.

A whisper that would have you backed up against a wall, your eyes widened in horror.

"W-Who's there?"

My voice rings out in the deadly black and immediately the sounds cease until it is left with the silence I had grown to hate.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, smiling weakly at my success as I wiped at my eyes to remove the left over tears.

But they return.

Louder.

Slowly they begin to speak and I can understand what they are saying.

And to outmost horror I recognise them.

"You're always letting us down."

"We don't need you."

"Leave."

"You're such a burden."

"Why can't you be like him?"

"Fuck off bitch."

"You're so ugly. No wonder no one wants to spend time with you, I mean look at yourself!"

"You should just die. You always cause problems."

"We were better off without you."

The members let out a cruel laughs, smirking cruelly down at me as they leered.

The feeling I am experienced is unbelievable.

It as if my chest is being ripped open. The knife is digging into my gut now, smearing over my things and arm as it stabbed at every open skin it could reach. My cries are raw as if the wound that I had opened was being slashed into repeatedly, blood oozing from the spot.

Then it is Baekhyun. He is standing before me. Menacingly.

His eyes narrowed down at me, unmistakable hate swimming in them,"You're so tiresome to be around. Always talking. Do you have a filter, for God's sake?"

"Hyung..."I whimpered, a note of plead in my voice,"please. No..."

A cruel chuckle erupted around the black and I flinched back, scared from the amount of hate in his tone.

"Pathetic."he spat.

He assessed me, his eyes running down my body with disgust. He threw me another contemptuous look before his figure began to wither away, dust left behind in his place.

A surprised yelp leaves my lips and I scramble backwards. Away from the dust. Away from him.

Away from them.

Chanyeol.

His body begins to form before my eyes, standing above me with his lips pulled back in a snarl and eyes narrowed. My fingers quiver and my elbows give out below me, and I collapse to the floor.

He lets out a bark of laughter but there is only one emotion in his voice.

Hate.

There is no love. No comfort.

Nothing of which I was accustomed to.

Just the endless waves of hate that dripped from his tone.

"You're always bothering me. I'm the one who's always left to deal with your shit."he mutters, darkly.

My tears wet my thin shirt as I cried, desperate to get out of wherever I was.

"What are you five? Can you not fend for yourself? No wonder the members think you're a wast of space."

He too disappears, the wind carrying him away and once again I am left in the darkness, the whispers my only companion.

By then I already know who will emerge next.

And I am right.

My parents.

I had never once seen my parent in real life. Maybe I had seen them once but I was much too young to distinctly remember their unique looks. I had seen photos, however.

But never in the flesh.

And now here I am in this dark room, the whispers becoming louder as their figures began to harden into place.

My parents are holding each other, like a couple should.

Father has his arm wrapped around my mother's waist, pulling her in close as she placed her hands on his chest. Both their heads are facing me, each sporting a disappointed frown.

"You let us down, Taehyung."

My eyes snap towards my father's and I can feel a batch of fresh tears begin to form. His voice is hollow and emotionless like he couldn't care less that his son is crying at his feet.

My mother is the next to speak, anger lining her words,"You were a mistake. That's why we gave you up."

"P-Please."

My cries are ignored as the two only stare with repulse at my sobbing form.

And then they disappear their shapes becoming dimmer by every second until their is only whips of black left. Then there is nothing.

I am alone now.

Alone in the world of black.

Alone in the world of whispers.

Alone.