Chaeyoung's Misery

Description

Why don't you make art on your hands, Son Chaeyoung?

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Trigger Warnings: Self-harm, Abuse, Mentioned deaths, Bullying

Please click away if there are any triggers you have that are mentioned here. There's also profanities here so click away if your uncomfortable with that.

This is my first fanfic here so I might not be good with tagging.

This is a Michaeng-centric story 

Foreword

Normal - Normal

Italics - Voice

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Pathetic. Useless. Disgrace to Twice.

Why don't you make art on your hands, Son Chaeyoung?

 

​​​​​​Chaeyoung screamed. The voices won't leave her alone. She curled her fists up, hair in a mess and hysterically sobbing. Chaeyoung had tried her best to block out the menancing voices, but she had forgotten to take her pills.

Your crying even because of me? Huh, and I thought you've actually managed to get rid of me, too bad.

“ Shut up.. ” Chaeyoung protested, she heard the voice taunt her even more.

You know what to do.. Just do it, no one would notice..

It's just art.

” I promised her- I wouldn't- ”

JUST DO IT SON CHAEYOUNG.

She whimpered, and finally snapped. She complied and took out her razor knife and made a long vertical cut on her arm.

This is for how pathetic you are. The voice carried on, Don't be a coward Chaeyoung, make another art piece, no one is watching.

Chaeyoung shivered, reaching out for another -

“ Chae? Are.. you in there? ” . Mina had reached home early. Chaeyoung scrambled to bandage everything when realization hit her.

She didn't leave the bathroom door locked.

“ I-I'm fine! Don't come in, I'm fine! ” Chaeyoung cursed to herself as her words came off weak and unconvincing. She closed her eyes, bracing for Mina to be disappointed and to despise her. Who wouldn't? She thought.

“ Chae.. I'm going in, okay? ” 

 

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