"Please stop.. I'm begging.. " Jimin squatted and hunched in his dolour "I can't take this anymore...." He screamed in affliction, desperate enough to do anything to get rid of this pesteration.

Jimin tumbled his body towards the empty milk glass. Groping around to find the only easily breakable thing which he got with his breakfast, when he requested the guard to leave it so that he can finish the milk later. Now he was going to use it to harm himself.

In a long process of depression which seemed like never ending and already giving up from his life Jimin hadn't done anything yet that could harm himself. It was just he was so afraid to take a step like that. But as the days passed by he was becoming more desperate, desperate enough to tear himself apart.

Jimin carefully broke the glass, making least sound as much as he could. He closed his eyes to remember atleast few good times he had spent in his 24 years life. But it only made him disappointed even more. There was no such happy moment in his entire life except the ones he had spent with his mum. The lady who was his everything. The lady who taught him how to walk by holding his tiny chubby hands. The lady who fed him, took care of him, had gone too far away. Whom he'll never get back.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as a green teardrop fell from his left eye and rolled down to his cheek. He pressed the broken glass against his soft skin, deepened its length when he felt the outrageous pain he couldn't help so mild moans escaped from his mouth. He would've lied if he says the pain was sufficient enough to kill him because he had died several times before. Only the vessel was alive as a symbol of his existence.

Maybe the boy who got so much hatred from people, the boy that no one could tolerate for a second. The boy whom everyone wanted to impair, no one ever thought good about him. Maybe today will be his last day.

Jimin remained silent untill his eyes closed making no difference in the outside world as his eyes had been tied up for so long. His hands were cuffed, legs were tied by the rough metallic fat chain when he fell on the ground fully unconscious.

The white marbled floor which just got painted by Jimin's fresh crimson blood caught the mental asylum's guard's attention.

"Ohh no no no" The man didn't take the risk to waste the time by reporting his superior instead he rushed to save him.

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* flashback starts *

In the faintest memory of Jimin all he had faced was grief and damnation.

It all started when he was only 9 years old. Jimin went with his mom to one of their neighbour's house where he met with a little puppy. He found him so adorable but that little creature seemed so unpleasant after meeting him. When his mother was busy talking with the owner, Jimin playfully went to take him into his lap. The puppy protested by barking, jumping but as soon as Jimin's eyes laid on him, that innocent animal growled in pain and ended up being dead pathetically. That incident was symbolised as an accidental death later. But Jimin was smart enough to make out that it was because of him.

As the days passed by, the number of incidents became uncountable. So many unexpectable things started happening. Every one of their neighbours started keeping distance from Jimin's family but they kept on cursing them. People separated them into the dark corner of the society. Jimin didn't know what was wrong with him. Why people hated him so much. He didn't smile, he didn't cry. He didn't feel happy. People called him emotionless. Only when he felt pain a green like rheum escape from his eyes.

Jimin's parents were emotionally broken. Their only child had paranormal issues, they just couldn't admit it. But his mother had never blamed him for anything of what had happened so far. She was so optimistic. She had a believe that one day her son will be happy, the curse will leave him and he'll live as a normal child like the others out there .

One day when Jimin was drawing something into his sketchbook his mother was sitting beside him. She ruffled his hair as she kissed his forehead. Jimin didn't move a bit and concentrated on his drawing. His mom stood up from the bed after seeing her child for the last time and went to the balcony.

* thuds *

A loud thud broke Jimin's concentration as he stood up and went near the railing processing where the sound came from. He witnessed her mom's fragile body lying on the rough surface, blood everywhere, hair was messy covering most of her face. Hands and legs were in awkward position indicating bones displacement. His expression was still, deep down he wanted to cry the loudest but something was stopping him from doing so.

The next tragedy was when his father totally gave up on his life after his wife's death and decided to send Jimin in a mental asylum.

The things he had been causing were beyond his comprehension. Even why he was causing them were still in an opaque.

Many people tried to kill him several times but not surprisingly they never succeeded. It was like an evil who was saving Jimin. First it took souls for its purpose but as Jimin grew more older he was able to control it over him.

It was now more than 3 years Jimin had been admitted in a mental asylum. In first the specialists did too many examinations on him. Abnormal results came everytime. Nothing in the reports which could tell what was his disease.

Even though he was totally devastated while staying in a chair over months, Jimin didn't even beg to release him. It was like he accepted his faith to being punished.

Anyone who tried to take him under control ended up being dead. They tied up Jimin's eyes after assuming that was the only way by which he could use his powers. They tied his hands, made him knelt by hurting his knees, bound his legs with leashes.

"Get away from me, stop bothering me, stop killing people." He ululated continuously tried to get rid of the devil.

It was all good before. When he was young, tension-free. Happy! But suddenly his life changed into a bloody mess. He couldn't do anything to stop it. He was the same person he was from before but an overgrown lie was trying to swallow him whole.

Jimin was helpless. He was alive even though he was dead inside. Something kept on whispering in his ear telling him to do unholy things, making his pure soul unholy. But he didn't let it.

Jimin was unloved nonetheless he was a good person by heart. That evil possessed his body but not his soul. Everyday he dreamt of being freed from this cage. He wanted to go far away from everyone so that he won't be able to hurt anyone. The things he had loved the most, the people who were his everything, he lost all of them. He had nothing to hold onto.

Situations made him believe that he didn't deserve anything, he didn't deserve to be happy, he didn't deserve to be loved even he didn't deserve to live.

The more Jimin tried to stop the evil, it started hurting him more. Many nights he had felt pain all over his body, feeling like someone was twisting his ribs, his bones. He got so many blisters all around his body. He gave up eating, he felt that he won't be able to get away from his curse.

Many nights he had lamented "Save me, please someone save me from this hell..."

Unable to bear so much of a hell like this, Jimin gave up all hopes of his life. He sank into an unfathomable depressed state.

* flashback ends *

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"If the main artery ruptures he could die." A faintest voice peeked through Jimin's ear as he slowly opened his eyes, still couldn't see anything expect darkness. He was getting his consciousness back.

After few weeks when he got better they shifted him into a different cell. Which had bulletproof window with high level of protection. They tied his hands and legs separately. He came back from the brink of death. He wanted to end his life to save everyone's but indisputably they saved his. His liability increased the day when he got a life to start with. Even after knowing Jimin was dangerous for all living being they saved his life. Still humanity exists, yeah you can say so!

Jimin stopped fighting with his inner self. He accepted the way he was. And instead of abusing himself he started to understand the devil's needs.

That night when Jimin closed his eyes he faced a bright light which could blind him. He twinkled his eyes for few times to adjust his eyesight. The room was empty. Sunlight was coming from the window. He did able to untie his hands. His longings were just to see himself free, free from this cage and from the curse. He was caught in a lie since he was 9. Unable to understand what was happening, his leashes got unlocked only after shaking those for two times. Jimin had never felt this free. His cheeks got flourished as an inner happiness was overflowing through his stomach. He ran to the door which seemed like a way of salvation. He ran very fast and opened it with his both hands filling the empty room with bright sunlight.

Maybe he really got released from his curse.

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Author's Note :- I'll make an another chapter if you guys left confused about the ending part but try to understand it mentally. ☛