As the days turned into weeks and the weight of her isolation and the family drama pressed down on her, Y/n's mental state began to fall apart. The constant barrage of conflicting emotions, loneliness, and the feeling of betrayal took a toll on her fragile psyche.

Sleep became elusive, with her nights filled with restless tossing and turning. Dark circles formed under her eyes, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. She barely ate, her appetite diminished by the heavy burden of despair that hung over her.

Y/n's thoughts became a labyrinth of confusion and despair. She questioned her own worth, her place in the world, and the meaning of her existence. Each day seemed like an eternity, and the world around her lost its color and vibrancy.

In her solitude, Y/n began to withdraw further into herself. She would spend hours staring blankly at the walls, lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts. The once-familiar melodies that had brought her solace now sounded discordant and haunting.

The darkness within her grew, and Y/n found herself consumed by a profound sense of hopelessness. She couldn't see a way out of the abyss that had become her mind. The idea of ending her pain began to whisper to her like a sinister lullaby, a temptation she couldn't ignore.

Her parents, unaware of the extent of her suffering, continued their desperate attempts to mend their fractured family. But Y/n had retreated so far into herself that she no longer heard their pleas or felt their presence.

The parents that had once been her childhood heroes now felt like the villain of her own life, the mansion's walls closing in on her. She felt trapped, suffocated, and the darkness within her continued to deepen.

One evening, as Y/n sat in her room, her thoughts reached a breaking point. The weight of her pain became unbearable, and the sinister whispers grew louder. She found herself standing on the precipice of a decision that would change everything.

It was in that moment of desperation that a memory flickered in the recesses of her mind a memory of Minhyuk's reassuring voice, of Nayeon's warm smile. They had been her pillars of strength, her refuge in times of darkness.

With a trembling hand, Y/n reached for her phone, a lifeline in a world that had become so dark. She dialed a number that she had stored in the depths of her contacts, a number she had been too afraid to call.

As the phone rang, her heart pounded in her chest, and she held her breath, hoping against hope that someone would answer the call, that someone would hear her silent cries for help.

The darkness threatened to consume her, but in that moment, she clung to a glimmer of hope. A hope that she could find her way back to the light, guided by the voices of the two people who had once been her second family.

Y/n's trembling fingers tightened around her phone as it continued to ring. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and she was on the verge of hanging up when finally, the call connected.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end of the line said.

Y/n took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Minhyuk Oppa? Nayeon Unnie?"

Silence followed her words, and Y/n feared that perhaps they wouldn't recognize her voice after all this time. But then, a familiar, soothing voice broke through.

"Y/n? Is that really you?" It was Minhyuk, his voice tinged with disbelief and relief.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Yes, it's me."

Nayeon's voice joined in, filled with warmth and concern. "Y/n, where have you been? We've been so worried about you."

Y/n swallowed hard, her voice quivering as she tried to explain. "I...I had to leave. My parents, they...they hurt me."

The phone call became a lifeline for Y/n as she poured out her heart, telling them everything about the family drama, her parents' lies, and the overwhelming loneliness and despair that had driven her to the brink.

On the other end of the line, Minhyuk and Nayeon listened intently, their hearts breaking with each word Y/n spoke. They could hear the pain in her voice, the depth of her suffering, and they knew they had to do something to help her.

"We're here for you, Y/n," Minhyuk reassured her. "We never stopped caring about you. You're like family to us, and we'll always be there to support you."

Nayeon's voice echoed his sentiment. "You're not alone in this, Y/n. We love you, and we'll help you through this difficult time."

As the conversation continued, Y/n felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within her. She wasn't alone anymore; she had her second family by her side.

They discussed her situation in detail, and Minhyuk and Nayeon promised to find a way to help her, to bring her back into their lives. Y/n clung to their words, feeling a sense of belonging and acceptance that she had been missing for far too long.

But amid the hope, there were still unanswered questions and uncertainties about her future. Y/n's mental health remained fragile, and the wounds inflicted by her parents ran deep. She knew that the road to recovery would be a long and challenging one.

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