Hi! This is a chapter which is why I put chapter in the title because I usually write note 1 or diary 1 but today is a real writing :) The following chapters include an abusive parent, toxic marriage, toxic friends, suicidal thoughts, and sad events, so I advice you to either get tissues or you can skip. If triggered by anything, you can contact me through a pm :)

note: was orginally names Home but was changed to Past

Chapter: Past

Jungkook's POV -Past time

I got home only to find my parents drunk. That's weird, they should be at work, I thought.

I frown at the smell of alcohol. My parents were passed out.

I went up, ignoring the smell. I had to finish a project. 

Though when I went up the stairs I happen to hit my foot and there was a loud bang. My dad woke up startled by the noise. It took him a minute to figure out his surrounding. He glared at me once his eyes were focused.

"Yooou. Come down here tthiss inssstant." He slurred. He shook my mom, and she woke up. I turned around and started to go near them. I sat down on the other couch which was across from them. They were both glaring at me.

My mom was a bit more sober than my dad, so she started to talk. 

"......We're divorcing each other. We lost the company and all our money. Your staying with your father, I don't want a disgrace." She said with hatred in her eyes. I could see a bruise on her face.

Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes. My mother only scoffed at that. My father was glaring at me. I got up and started walking up the stairs to my room. 

That same night I heard screaming and yelling. Followed by it was a door slamming. She left....and my misery was only getting started.

The following days included my father beating me, screaming at me, locking me up and not allowing me to go outside. I was starving, I needed to eat because I was getting weaker. But he didn't let me and I passed out many times per day. 

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He continued to abuse me verbally and physically for years. I heard banging on the door one day. I was startled so I his in the closet.

I saw police rush their way in to our home. My dad was no where to be found, while I was found by a policeman. He tried to touch me but I coward away as an instinct. I started to bawl my eyes out and scream for help. He tried to calm me down, and once I did he was talking in a soft voice, saying that I was safe. There were no more  monsters out there that would hurt me. He led me out without touching or coming any closer than 4 feet away. I was outside my house and I saw sunlight again after years.....

I was brought to the police station. Wondering, how in the world did they found me now?

I was told that a few years back, my father told the school we moved away. My old neighbor had moved away recently because she heard my screams but thought it was demons coming for her and she wasn't able to sleep or work. Someone one else had moved in. They heard the yelling and screaming. And as frightened as they were they decided to call the police instead of going there themselves.  And now we are here. With my father behind bars screaming to be let out and me trembling in my seat. 

All the policemen were staring at me. Until, one finally stood up walked away and came back a few minutes later. With noodles? He looked at me before walking over and handing it to me. I stared at it with hunger eyes.

I slowly started to eat. I stopped though because they all were staring at me intensely. 

One by one, the man who brought me noodles, slapped the back of their heads. They hissed in pain while I flinched. The sound of the slap brought back memories...terrors.  Making the soup in the noodles spill on me. It was hot!

I stood up but was about to fall down. My legs were in pain from yesterday's beating and weak from the lack of eating and moving around. My thighs were burning. If you looked at me right now my clothes were ripped and small for me. My pants had holes in them. My hair dry and frizzy. My skin bruised and rough. My eyes droopy and have dark circles. One slight glance and I look homeless. 

They quickly got me paper towels and some water.

Water? What was I suppose to do with water? Drink it to help the burn cool down? I stared at him with questioning eyes. 

The chief came and slapped the back of his head. "What in the world is he suppose to do with water?! Drink it so it'll help the burn?! On his thighs ! Not his mouth!" The chief scolded him.

The burn was starting to cool down a bit. I sat back down and ate the noodles. Though I couldn't finish them because I couldn't eat that much. I took the water the man had gave earlier and drank it.

The weirdest thing though was that when I took a few sips the burning cooled down......

TBC...