Chapter 3.5

Fog, it was the only thing that was surrounding the little boy. Not until a figure caught his eyes. A figure of a woman, a woman he knew as her mother. The little boy run into his mother with a smile on his face. But with every step he take, the figure just kept going farther and farther away. Up until he already loose his breath and he already collapsed on the cold ground. The little boy panted heavily, his eyes clouding with tears and confusion.

"Eomma? Why are you running away from me?" The little boy asked ,looking at the smiling figure in front of him. The figure frowned and opened her mouth to speak. Instead of hearing the soft melodic voice of his mother, he heard the voice of a monster.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE A MISTAKE!! YOU ARE USELESS! YOU HURT EVERY OTHER PERSON THAT COMES INTO YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE UP TO NO GOOD!" The voice said, and soon the memories were being visualized in front of him. The memories of how he hurt a certain guy. The tears that clouded his eyes was then dropped into a pouring rain of mixed misery and regret. His mother was right. He was the reason why she left, why his father did, why his friends did,  and Why Jimin did. Because he is a mistake. A mistake that should've died a long time ago.

The voices saying "Die! You are a mistake! Die!" kept whispering on his little ears. Her mother laughed in malice, it was terrifying. He can't handle it anymore, he sobbed crying and crying for help.

"Stop! Please Stop!!" the little Yoongi yelled. Soon another figure flashed in front of him, a figure of himself smiling.

"You want to escape Yoongi-ah?" The figure of himself asked. He nodded, the whispers still not stopping. The copy of himself laughed and walked towards his crying self. The boy stretched out his hand only to reveal a gun. "Here Yoongi take it, put it against your head and pull the trigger...just as easy as that. You want to escape right?? That's your only way!" The other Yoongi laughed with evilness, placing the gun on the hands of the weeping boy. Yoongi didn't do anything, he contemplated if this is the right thing to do or not. But as the time ticks the whispers went louder and louder and he had no choice but to grip the cold metal on his hands, pointing it over his head. He closed his eyes.

"Please stop...Please..." And with that he pulled the trigger. Hearing the loud bang and seeing himself laughing and smiling in satisfaction.

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Yoongi sat up immediately, tears cascading down his pale cheeks. He closed his eyes and cried even more.

He knew that the nightmare wasn't real, he knew his mother wouldn't say such words. But deep inside he regretted himself. Deep inside, something inside him tells him that his mother was true.

But someone was also yelling for him to fight.