Gabrielle's POV

I laid quietly in the bed of my mundane room, not knowing what to do with myself. My room was dulled with ash gray, I've confined myself in here for the whole day, with no electricity, no source of entertainment, and no food. I've been considered numerous times as a masochist, and up until now, I still allow myself to get hurt.

When me and Jungkook agreed to tell our back story to each other, there was a little piece of information that I couldn't simply tell anyone, especially to the likes of him.

My mother is long gone. Died when I was 6 because of brain cancer. And since then I've been living fighting through emotion of pain and grief. She was my life. She saw my potential and encouraged me all throughout my childhood. Years later, I've attempted to commit suicide by drowning, jumping off high places, and overdose. That caused me to develop mental disorders.

I've visited a private therapist that my father hired for him to study my mental being, checking if I was still sane. I've been diagnosed to have Autism, Anorexia, Insomnia, and Bipolar disorder. I'm antisocial and in all my elementary life, I only have two friends, I begin to worry about my body and started fasting, I lack sleep and sometimes sleep only 5-4 hours, and sometimes you see me act nice, and then it'll completely change. Most people can't stand my random attitude so they avoid me like plague. Like I'm a stain to the world. I've grown used to it and then started to enjoy it.

Hours have pasted, and the sun outside was a mere red orb, slowly sinking in the horizon, and my used to room that was coated with an ash gray hue darkened within each second. I opened the blinds and unlocked the windows, as fresh wind blew through my hair. Rays of faint sunlight shined in the darkness of my room showing Its luminous red glare, shining in the reflection of my thick glasses. I slowly squinted for the brightness of the setting sun, and used my hands as a shield from its blinding light, until a person outside the lads of the mansion caught my attention. Four people to be exact.

I brought up my hand to shield my eyes further, and slowly became clearer and clearer. My father's brown with lines of silver hair was slightly tinted scarlet, as his large broad arm was wrapped around Michelle, an old hag, watching two boys roughly play with each other on the dewy grass.

I put on a scowl and grimaced. What my father saw in her, I don't even have the slightest idea. Once upon a time, my mother was the most beautiful, most kind in the land. She was chased by millions of suitors, who'd willingly die just for a hand of marriage fro my mother. She was kind, sweet, loving, and beautiful. And in the end she chose Dan, my father. Until, her illness worsened everyday, and passed away, right in front of me when I was only a mere 10 year old. Although, my father held no serious grief for her. It was so easy for him to just move to Korea for his business and leave the house that my mother's ancestors cherished through generations.

On the other hand, Michelle, has a small head, round body, and a short height.

The two kids still played with each other while the two watched as the sunset slowly descend, before Dan mischievously whispered in her warty ear, causing her to blush. My blood boiled and my long nails cut through my thick curtain, that was keeping me hidden. How could my father exchange my mother for such an odious cow. He removed his arm from her shoulders and gave his back a stretch as he started to chase the two boys playfully in the open field, causing my hands to curl. The fact that those two little boys are born between my father and Michelle angered me alone, but also the fact that he never treated me in the same loving, caring way made me furious. True, he fed me, gave me my rights to education, and gave me everything I wanted and needed. But I knew the truth. He didn't love me. I see it every time he looks at me. He held car and compassion but no love as visible. His smile is always forced and strained, not like the way he looks at them.

Dutiful parents won't spoil their children with toys and gadgets, the way he did to me. If I didn't have morals, I'd probably be worst than Sanae ever was.

He didn't love me. He never did. Because I was never borne a boy. He didn't see a part of himself in me. All from features to mannerisms came from my mother.

Now he's planning to marry that beast! I angrily thought while glaring at them through the translucent curtains, that was mostly ripped from my exertion of anger. And to make my day worse earlier, he told me that those three will be moving in once they get married in three months. Just a few paperwork and a simple exchange of vows then, boom. A lawfully wedded husband and wife, with two beautiful children, excluding me. I'd rather die than be part of that horrid family tree.

But, of course, the government won't consider their marriage legal without my permission. He needed my blessing for the government officials to allow it. So, as long as I remain aloof about it, she'll be out of my life in no time. He attempted to convince me, but I just pretend that I'm busy or pretend to be listening to music. He never mentioned Michelle again.

I angrily scoffed to myself.

"Let him marry the beast when I'm gone." I whispered, jaw clenching.

I had enough of this. I closed the blinds and turned on the lights. I sat in the chair of my study area and silently cursed. I held my forehead and begun to hyperventilate. I stood up and slid my drawer open, revealing a small knife with dried blood surrounding its blade. I stared at it for awhile and slowly picked it up.

"It's been awhile. I've waited for the right time to do this again." I caressed it's blade with my finger and brought the blade closer to my forearm. I begun to slowly sink it in my arm as fresh blood dripped and coated it's blade. It was painful but tempting at the same time, as I went for another cut. Blood dripped on my gray carpet, but I continued putting cuts on my arm going down to my hand. Soon it got addictive with each cut and eventually all became numb.