;

rosé practically had to crawl to bed that night.

bruises were now decorating her legs, and all she could do was groan in pain.

she stared at herself throughout the mirror across her room and then she cried.

this has been a usual habit for her, though. after every vocal training, she comes into her room and cries until there were no more tears left, but yet, there's always new tears forming.

"i am so fucking tired!" she screamed through her tears.

a week has passed since she had been here but it felt like years to her.

a week of bruises, cuts, scars, tears, and pressure.

it was ridiculous. is this what everyone calls a dream?

rosé smiled sadly at the thought of it.

then slowly, but painfully, that smile turned into a chuckle,

and then a giggle,

until it became an insane laughter.