The Art of Loneliness | 01
Pairing: Reader x Yoongi
Word Count: 6.6k
Genre: Angst, Mentions of suicide and torture
A/n: Inspired by The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas and Life by Rap Monster. The world is very different from what I’ve written before, so please tell me how you feel about it, both the positive and negative. Thank you!
Description: In the world there are two types of people, them and Carriers. You’re a Carrier, one of the people that have been selected the bear the sadness of the world. You thought that was how you would live and die–at least you did, before tonight.
I always wonder why I write if I’m the only one that will ever read it. But even if someone else did, would it matter? It’s not like they could ever understand, at least not the average person. I wonder, if they read what I had to say, listened to my thoughts and experiences, if they would feel guilty. Or maybe they’d fool themselves into thinking it’s not their fault, telling themselves that there isn’t anything they could do about it, so why care, right?
For a long time, I wondered, why? Why me? At times I even ask, “Why couldn’t it be someone else?” but then I realize that despite everything they’ve put me through, I would never wish it on another person.
I hear them talk about people like me sometimes, like if I’m not there, which I guess further solidifies their act. Yesterday I overheard some boy say something like “It can’t be that bad. It’s not she’s bleeding and dying on the floor. It could be worse.”
He’s lucky enough that he’ll never have to find out that there are things that hurt more than physical pain, things that stir something so deep and disgusting in your heart that it makes you want to tear into your chest and rip it out, hoping that maybe if you hugged your own heart, you would finally have company.
I wonder if anyone else wakes up every day wishing they were dead.