An hour had passed since the doctor told me the disturbing news and I still could not believe it.

The whole time I just stared at the white wall in front of me as if the answers to the questions that lingered in my head would be there.

I then heard the door open and I looked to see who it was. Both my parents came into the room with blank expressions on their faces.

"M-mom... D-dad..." I stuttered but dad shut me up by raising his hand up for me to stop.

"Never call me that again. From this moment on you are not longer my daughter. My daughter died the day she decided to get into activities that were not for her age..." He paused a bit.

"Dad ple-please listen. I-I can ex-" he cut me off.

"From this day you will no longer live with my wife and I. Since you decided that you were an adult by having your own child then you will have to become an adult to support your child too. You are lucky my wife was nice enough to convince me to let you have somethings. Here they are and I hope this is the last time we will see you." He said before he started walking toward the door with my mother following.

I immediately jumped out of the bed and ran to stand infront of the door which made them halt their steps.

"P-please let me e-explain..." I begged my father.

He tried to push me out of the way gently but I stood my ground not wanting to lose my family.

"PLEASE L-LISTEN! I WAS FORCED TO! IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! Dad...mom please believe me." I pleaded but all I got from my father was yet again another sarcastic laugh.

When his laughter stopped he looked at my mother as if telling her to say something.

"Y/N, we saw the video." She said calmly with a face that held no emotion.

"No, no...no please it's not what it looks like. Please believe me." I fell on my knees and cried.

"If it was not your fault you would not have looked like you were enjoying it so much. You disgust me Min Y/N." Father said in a disgusted tone and pulled his shoe out of my hold.

"Please...I-I was d-drugged..." I whispered but they did not hear me as they had already walked out of the room.

Another day of being in this hell hole had began. I walked inside the school and everyone looked at me with pure disgust.

When I looked up I made eye contact with the one who caused all of my problems but it did not last as I was pushed to the floor. Tears were ready to fall but I fought them back.

Ever since I came back to school after that incident the whole school started bullying me. The only people who didn't bully me were Jimin and his friends which was quite ironic if you thought about.

It had been three weeks since I was discharged from the hospital and I had not seen my parents since they basically kicked me out. I did try my best to explain everything to them but they never spoke a word to me.

I eventually gave up and found an old room to live in with the little money I had. My life was falling apart and I wanted to end it but I had to think about the small human who was growing inside me.

"Why don't you just die huh?" Mandy, the princess of this school asked as she kicked me in the face.

The tears I had fought so much were now rolling down cheeks along with the red substance out of my nose.

"Oh the weakling is crying. How sad?" She laughed and then walked away with her group of friends.

I quickly stood up and then rushed to the restrooms to clean myself up.

It had only been a week since I came back to this damn school and it was even worse than all of the years Jimin had been bullying me.

If I had to choose I would choose his bullying than the others because they were brutal.

While wiping the blood away I looked at myself in the mirror. All I saw staring back at me was a pitiful, disgusting and weak girl.

"I-I can't do this a-anymore..." My voice cracked.

"I can't do this anymore..." I whispered again but this time it was a bit louder.

"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" I yelled before running out of the restroom and also the school.

Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy but I should care less. I ran until I got to my little home or better yet my little rat hole.

When I got inside I jumped onto my little couch and went to sleep. Not wanting to cry anymore about the people who did not care about me anymore.

I watched her getting beaten and I could not find it in myself to go stop it. I did feel guilty about what happened but it was not me who posted the video.