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The Forgotten

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I was one of the forgotten. Nobody saw my struggles. No one saw the chaos I saw through my young eyes. But then again, no one bothered to look within the depths of the shadows. That's where I lived my conflicted life--darkness. People thought of me as the devil's spawn, yet they knew nothing of my world.I was already deemed dumb and stupid. Basically, any word that was the opposite of intelligent meant me; even though, I was at the top of my class. Teachers didn't bother to ask me to answer any questions (I was glad though), while students pushed me around to spy on others since I was the "wallflower". Because of that, I met friends who soon became enemies. Rumors spread about me being a liar, a cheater, and a dunce.

"Why'd you tell Angelica I cheated on her? You little piece of-" My best friend bellowed.

"She hired me to do it! I didn't want to!" I squeaked.

"Well then tell Angelica this while you're snitching on people!"
I came out with two black eyes and a lost friend were my payments most days. I healed quickly but the pain of but lonliness still lingered. Those were the days I sat in restroom crying for the help no one seemed to acknowledge.

"Someone please help me!" I would cry.

Silence and even more silence echoed through the stalls, shrinking my shoulders into the rough floor. I called those the "Dreamless Days", no dreams brightened my colorless nightmare. Life to me meant nothing more than the pit in my stomach. Life was death, and there was no escaping it.  No one was wondering where my parents were through my turmoil. They didn't know they were dead- I didn't want them too. I was an orphan, living and caring for myself until someone found out. I was completely and utterly alone in a dangerous world. My days went by three at a time, and my loneliness... years. Life didn't let up until twelfth grade year.   It was the beginning of freshman year, and everyone was buzzing with life about their summer vacation, except me who did nothing but pay bills and read. Adults didn't just have the hard life.

The teacher came in, and with a deep voice said, "Good morning class!" He was well-built and taller than any male in here. The blonde hair on his forehead made him seem closer to my age than the other teachers. The glasses set on his nose were of the intelligent kind and made their master seemed like minded.

There was mumbling of voices greeting him.

"All right, let's introduce ourselves. I am Mr.Kim, your English teacher. What's your name?" He said, pointing at me, sadly.

Quietly, I told him, "Y/N"

Mr. Kim raised his eyebrows, "I can't hear you, sweetie."

A touch louder, " Y/N"

"Y/N who?"

I was miffed, "Y/N Y/L/N" He was getting on my nerves.

"Hmm, you just transferred here, Miss Y/N?"

"No, I've been here for Kindergarten through twelfth," I grumbled, sucking on my teeth.

He looked as if he wanted to ask me even more questions, but decided against it and went around the classroom, where dozens of students had puzzled looks upon their dull faces. I let out a sigh of relief. Pretty much the rest of the day went and ended that way. Teachers actually asked me questions. My darkness was slowly crumbling, letting a little light into my world. But everything good does not stay forever, because as soon as I reached the hallway, the darkness crusted my half-empty heart.

"Hi!" Someone yelled behind me, causing me to jump.

I turned around to face a handsome guy who was in most of my classes. His name was Kim Taehyung. Honestly, his very presence seemed to tear away at the darkness. Just a little bit. His chestnut brown hair went well with his caramel skin. Dark eyes stared at me until I answered.

"Um...Hi!" I stammered.
He smiled at me, and looped arms as if we've been friends forever. "So what's your name again?"

"Y/N," I snapped, unlooping my arms. I took most of my classes with him, and he barely knows my name! "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry but I have the worst memory ever!" he laughed. His brown curls bounced as he laughed, distracting me a bit. Not only that, but his eyes lit up too. He had a weird box smile that made him even more intriguing..

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped so easily," I started to walk away so I could get home. I made it out the doors into the parking lot, only to be stopped again.

Taehyung wheezed out, "Let me...walk you home, please!"

No. " Sure."

He bounced on his heels, and looped arms again. My heart beat faster. "Let's go!"

It's easy to forget your parents are dead. I go into the house everyday, calling out for them, only to find air. I forgot it that day when Taehyung and I were stopped by Mr. Kim.

"Miss Y/N and Mr. Kim, may I offer you two a ride?" He asked us.

"Sure... " I replied. I could trust him, since he was my teacher, to take me home right? We hopped into the car, and I told him my address. He tried to make simple conversation which I easily ignored, but Taehyung, on the other hand, talked nonstop about who knows what.

"...And then he told me she liked me, but was still going out with another guy, who happened to be my friend, so I shut her down and told my friend about it then he broke up with her..."

I rolled my eyes, and nodded along with the music Mr. Kim was playing. He, too, had gotten tired of Taehyung's blubbering. I just met him and I wanted to punch him in the face.

"...And three weeks later, he dated her again. Talk about forgive and forget..." He wailed in my ear, causing me to wince in pain.

After ten minutes of Taehyung’s constant wailing in my ear, we finally pulled into the driveway of my home.

"Are your parents here yet?" Mr. Kim asked me, looking through the rearview mirror.

' work late," Good enough excuse for dead parents.

"Well then let me walk you in to make sure everything is alright," He told, and then got out of the car.

"Yay! Let's go!" Taehyung happily exclaimed.

I groaned. They couldn't find out I lived alone. I placed my key into the slot with shaky hands and unlocked the door. The house was darker except for the light of the sun when we opened the door. I had cleaned the house yesterday, so there was nothing dirty except for a few dishes from breakfast.

"Nice house! How do your parents keep it so clean? My house is always a dirty mess even after we clean it up. Mostly due to the fact that after I clean up I end up having to look for something I can't find and mess my room over again. A constant cycle!" Taehyung rushed, not pausing for any breaths or punctuation.

I heard Mr.Kim mumble under his breath.

"So do you want anything to drink?" I asked, not that they were about to get anything anyway. They were , however, about to get out of here.

"Water will be fine," Taehyung told me.

Mr. Kim ignored my question and asked me, " When will your parents be arriving?"

"It varies from day to day sometimes they come home at nine or twelve o'clock!" I immediately said.

"Well then I will stay with you until they turn up," He said, and then took off his suit jacket and shoes.

Taehyung cried, "I'm staying too! Let me call home."

"That won't be necessary Taehyung! As a matter of fact, Mr. Kim, why don't you take Taehyung home?" I panicked.

"He can stay as long as he wants, " He said. He kicked his legs up onto the table as if he was at home. Rude, first of all, and what made him think he could just sit here and believe he was invited to stay. 

" Let me go!" He skipped off, but paused. "Where's your phone?"

I told him, and I pulled out my books to do my homework. I only hoped they would leave.

"Do you live alone Y/N?" Mr.Kim interrogated.

"" The pencil screeched to a halt at the sudden question.

He looked at me questioningly, and shook his head. "Why are you lying?"


"So you are living alone!" He interrupted.

Caught red handed, I confessed.  "I've been living alone for the past 4 years in the darkness. My parents died in a car accident...." I told him the whole story, crying with each word. I had been keeping this in for too long; I was surprised at all of the tears had I left.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had came in for the second half, and, amazingly, had kept quiet. Mr. Kim changed facial expressions from time to time. When I was done, I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulder.

"Why did you keep that a secret?" Taehyung whispered.

"I don't know! My pride or dignity!"

"Don't worry. I'm actually surprised you have kept this up for this long," Mr.Kim said wide- eyed.


Taehyung and Mr. Kim nodded.


“A new pack member?” Pack member?


“What are you saying?”

“Y/N-pack your things.”