Chapter 1

Slowly Jimin's eyes flickered open, trying to adjust to his surroundings as floods of colour and light blinded him causing his sore eyes to lock shut. Mostly because of the sudden burst of a headache. He groaned breathlessly. Finally finding the power to open his stinging eyes he realised he was on the floor. His fluffy tail aching and his ears perked up and sensitive, yet hidden by his messy soft hair. The small boy didn't remember anything that happened he was clueless what happened to him? He slowly rose from the floor which was splattered perfectly with blood. Disgustingly rememberable. As soon as the boy fully unfolded and was standing up straight he felt an overwhelming pain rush through him, from the bottom of his tail to the tip of his ears, making sure to pass by every nerve in his body. The aching boy abruptly crashed to floor, landing on his tail squishing it underneath his weight and injuring his back more. Soon enough he stopped struggling and laid there uncomfortably on his side as I cuddled his legs close to his chest for comfort. Slowly letting his head fall to floor in exhaustion.

He doesn't remember how long he laid there but a smashed object caught the boys eye line from across the room. A fairly long distance forcing him to move my limp body to inspect it. Grunting every now and then he let his legs go and moved his limbs one at a time. By this time he had noticed all the small bruises and discolouration all over his body, not like it was hidden or anything but he just didn't notice or maybe he did but didn't care.

The boy reached out , not without difficulty, and grabbed a shard of the broken object, discovering it had a blue pattern at the bottom. He tried to rebuild the object without actually moving my body fully, only his arms. Somehow managing and saw

the complete vase. A light baby blue print danced along the side of the vase twisting and turning in a complex pattern. He let out a small smile feeling a somewhat connection to the vase or was it just the accomplishment. Either way the boys smile slowly faded after being attacked with memories. His eyes were brimmed with tears but was too stubborn to let them spill. He breathed heavily as painful memories flooded his brain. A single tear escaping and rolling calmly down his rosey cheek.

He tiredly turned over, his back coming in contact with the cold floor again sending another round of striking pain through his body, he was so emotionally and physically exhausted it didn't really register. Almost numb. Feeling nothing. More tears strolled down his warm cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed causing more and more to fall.

The cheerful cries of all the birds outside of the window caught the young boys attention. They all rested on the beautifully decorated tree full of pink flowers and the petals occasionally falling.

The chirping filled his still sensitive ears, causing them to perk. Yet still making him feel strangely peaceful. The sun was bright and very visible, casting a warm atmosphere onto the house and in through the window. Even with all the calming, warm scenery he still felt cold, limp and aching.

He stumbled over to the bathroom trying not to turn his head or torso too much. Once he reached the sickening white bathroom he looked into the mirror. He looked at myself. He was greeted by his reflection in the reflective glass. His fluffy, soft hair freshly died blond was dripping with sweat. His eyes red and stinging. His chubby cheeks (which people would find adorable) now decorated with bruises and scars. And his plump pink lips were dry, cracking and busted. At this point he didn't feel anything anymore for myself.

I looked at myself in the eyes with a bored expression , eventually I looked down with a sad chuckle . I carefully lifted my top to see a purple and black bruise spread across my visible rib cage, I didn't even have to check my back. I already had the idea it wouldn't look too pleasant. I felt my matted and tangled hair move as my ears flopped. I quietly chuckled at my complexion. I was broken and I finally looked the part.

After being done soaking in my appearance I leaned forwards to attempt to wash the blood off my hands. A piece of glass fell from my head I looked at it questionably expecting answers. But there it laid in the sink.

I looked in the mirror. Lots of little shards of glass rested upon my head, entangled in my hair I wonder how I didn't notice it before. I supposed it was all that remained from when I was attacked with the glass bottle. He must have swung it so hard it broke. He must have had a good blow on my head as I felt the blood start to trickle down my temple. I carefully touched my head as I slightly flinched. I saw the newly, fresh blood covering my pale fingers. A tear rolled down my cheeks, I banged my back harshly against the wall as I slid down it crying again.

The chirping still filled the tense atmosphere of the cold bathroom. The birds cheerfully chirping began to echo around the room. The shadow from the sun, which you could still see through the arched door connecting the bathroom and living room, slowly faded. The rain started to tap faintly against glass eventually getting more and more aggressive as the seconds went by. The sky turned dark and cloudy. The sweet smell of rain carefully made its way into the room. I was still crying on the floor in agony but the birds continued to chirp. It was then I realised I had to run away.