(Jimin's POV)

I laid on the ground bruised, my body full of them. It stung, so much. I felt like I couldn't move. I was in immense pain, but nobody could help me. The night sky was only lit up by the starts tonight. It was a moonless night, only the stars were there to see my pain. Sometimes I wonder if I'll go up to the starts earlier then meant to. If I do I'm almost positive that they won't care but I always had a glimmer of hope that they would stop and see what they are doing is going to completely wreck me. The worst part is, I feel like that's exactly what they are trying to do. Break be beyond recognition. 

But, if they were to apologize, the mental state they left my head in, the scars and bruises they've given me will never go away. A wise man once said, "Words mean nothing, actions mean everything'.

My arms ached, as I used them to help me stand up, every single inch of my body ached. Nothing would make it stop, I couldn't feel much of anything other than the constant ache of each step I took. I want someone to hold me, and tell me it's all okay. To tell me nobody will ever hurt me again, someone to protect me. To make me feel safe and loved, something tells me that I'm not good enough to have something like that. My stomach was full of nasty bruises, as I held it, protecting it. I went back inside to the house that gave me all these scars and bruises, to the men who hurt me over and over. The moment I opened the door, I heard all the joyful laughter in the house stop. I began to hear soft whispering, they were talking about me, I don't even want to know how bad it is. I know I look horrible. I know I'm ugly. I know I'm talentless. I know I'm fat. I know because they tell me, everyday. I wonder what life would be like, back when we first debuted, when they liked me. A soft sigh escaped my lips, as I closed the door behind me, I walked up to my room closing that door as well. But I didn't bother locking it, they'd break it down if I did. My body couldn't stand anymore as I collapsed onto my bed. My body was just as exhausted as my mind. The smell of kimchi filled the room. Of course, I'm going to sleep hungry, I'm only allowed to eat when they invite me. Knowing them, they won't, they hardly ever do. Usually I'd use the money I earned from working, just to buy something small that I could eat. If I had to describe myself in a few words, the answer would be instant. 

Broken, with black and blue bruises.