“Ew you freak!"
"How come you don’t eat lunch?”
“Why do your eyes change color?”
“Are you an alien?”

Whoever thought of the saying: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, needs to die. JR thought rummaging through his binder, looking for his crayons. His elementary life had been hell. Everyone knew he was different, and different wasn’t good enough to please society.

“Alright class, let’s get ready for gym!” The teacher exclaimed as all the little children in JR’s class cheered and arose from their seats, jumping up and down, forming a line in front of the door.
JR was the only one still in his seat.

“Come on Jonghyun, we’re waiting on you.” The teacher smiled to him, aware of the bullying that has been going on. She never even  bothered to do anything about it. She probably wanted JR to die as well.
JR sighed and slowly got up from his seat, to the end of the line he walked.

As the students entered the gym, the gym teacher made up a game for all the kids to play.

“This is how the game works: The class must pick one target, and that target must stand in front of a wall, while trying to dodge the rest of the class’s balls. Understand?” The gym teacher explained further into how the game was called dodge ball and the class eagerly stood up.

“Pick a target.” The gym teacher instructed. JR felt the whole class turn against him, and point their pudgy fingers at him. “JONGHYUN!”

JR’s eyes widened and his lip quivered looking down. Did they hate him so much that they wanted him to be the target?

JR was standing in front of  the wall, embracing himself for the pain and laughter he would receive from his classmates. It hurt so bad; it injured his heart to know that no one liked him for who he really was, even though they truly couldn’t know what his identity held.

One by one, the balls came. Later, two by two. Three by three. Four by four. Five by five. He was finally to the ground, clenching his stomach in pain from what his classmates have done.

He was the only one left in the gym right now, the other classmates were getting drinks. He always felt this way: alone. He was used to it in a way but it still ached in his heart, knowing everyone else had friends and he was stuck being the weird kid whose eyes change every time someone approaches him.

“Son, you can’t use your powers at school. If you do, I’ll take them away.”

His father’s voice echoed through his head one last time. If his father hadn’t told him that, JR would’ve used his powers against everyone within a heartbeat, bringing them all the pain that they had given him all those years in elementary.

Poor JR, still laying on the cold, dirty gym floor, hugging his knees to his chest. He was now crying.
“Why can’t I be regular?” His voice ached for attention and popularity, for love and support, for friends and appreciation.

But no one gave him any of that except his parents.

“If I die, will my pain go away?” He asked himself. An idea came up in his head, and he slowly wiped his tears, and stood up. “No one wants me to live anyway. Why should I waste air?”

When JR got home that day, his parents were at work. He smiled and threw his backpack on the ground, getting a pen and paper, writing a note to his parents.

HI OMMA! HI APPA!
I know you’ll be very upset by the time you finish reading this, but I just want to let you know
that I’m sorry for being such a big burden on you both.
You were such loving and caring parents and no one else gave that to me.
I’m sorry I’m not the son you asked for.
I’m sorry I’m not that bright popular kid who gets invited to sleepovers.
But I did get invited to something!
I got invited to depression.
I also got invited to another thing,
suicide.
But don’t be sad!
I’ll be gone for a little while…
but you’ll see me soon!!
The next time you see me, I promise to be the best son ever.
But I’m afraid that I can’t be that son right now.
I’ll miss you lots!
BYE OMMA! BYE APPA!
I LOVE YOU~

JR put his pen down, running his fingers over the ink of his pen. Would his parents cry when they found the note? And his body? JR shook his head, leaving the note on the table. He walked into the supply closet, grabbing the fiber rope his father kept in there for God knows how long.

He wrapped the rope around his neck, estimating how small or big the whole needed to be for his head to fit. Once he found the good enough diameter, he tied the circle into a knot, and it fit perfect around his neck.

He grabbed his mother’s step stool, and stood on top of it, raising his arms to the chandelier, tying the other end of the rope to one of the fans on the chandelier. He ducked his head under the whole of the rope, fitting it around his neck.

He grasped the upper part of the rope that was still holding his up, still standing on the stool. Just as he was about kick the stool out from under his feet, and cold, eerie, and low voice spoke to him.
“Don’t do this Jonghyun, you have so much to live for.”

Without hesitation, the rope snapped in half, having Jonghyun fall on his , the front of the rope still around his neck. JR got creeped out and quickly took the rope off from around his neck, thrashing it to the ground.

“W-Who are you?!” He panicked.

But right now, Mrs. Kim  wasn’t smiling. Her drenched feelings for her son’s suffering; for her son being different than the others at school, weakened her to the point where she would cry herself to sleep. She couldn’t stand how her precious, powerful Jonghyun could ever be an outcast just because he was another being that the other kids couldn’t dare know about.

No one at Jonghyun’s school knew JR was a vampire, they just sensed something strange about him.

Why couldn’t JR just accept who he really was like his sister did?

JR’s mother shook her head at her fragile, yet strong son. “I’m sorry. But I’m afraid that you are not human, Jonghyun. If anything, you are the opposite.” His mother’s voice cracked, her lips quivering, her eyes tearing up.

Jonghyun only gazed at his beautiful mother in awe. Such a gorgeous being indeed. His father chose well.

Jonghyun asks if he’s human every day. His mother thought laying in bed once. Her arms were resting upon her stomach, her eyes focused on the dark ceiling. He knows he’s a vampire, it just hurts that he can’t accept that.

“Son, will you please stop asking if you’re human? You know you’re not, why do you keep asking?” Mr. Kim one day asked his son after JR had asked if he was human once more.

Mr. Kim’s eyes had the same amount of charisma JR did, his hair was up, as usual, and his clear glasses were sitting on his nose. His eyes were concentrating on his son.

“Because, dad. If I keep asking, I hope one day, the answer to my question will be yes. That I am human.” JR’s bright little smile warmed his father’s heart, but his words grazed into his skin, tearing everything out of him.

Oh Jonghyun. His father thought. One day, I wish for you to accept who you really are.

***

Another dream has ended, but I'll show you a new one next night.

HELLO PEOPLE!
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Right when I was ready to finish this chapter, 
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It's Wednesday, did you forget about? It's ok if your busy today I'll still read your updates. 

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