Light (BTS 8th member fanfic)

Stars

Eomma and I were laying down on top of the trailer, watching the stars shoot accross the sky. She said it was called a meteor shower. The lights flew by at a million miles a minute, and were gone just as soon as they appeared.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Besides my Eomma, of course. She had long, shiny black hair, high cheekbones, and perfect lips. Her most noticable feature, though, was her dazzlingly blue eyes. This was not natural for Koreans, which made her something of a prize. She told me of her glory days, when every man wanted her, but she chose only one-my father.

He was the most handsome man alive, and was cleverer than every other man on earth. He married her, and had me. All he wanted was a male heir for his company, and when he got me, he couldn't have been happier. When Eomma became pregnant with my sister, he wasn't as pleased. He was happy, but not nearly as excited as he was with me. He only wanted one child. Over time, though, the idea of two grew on him. Soon, the baby was all he could talk about. He spoiled my Eomma, pampering her and waiting on her hand and foot.

Then she was born...And my father wanted nothing to do with her, ever again.

My sister was a cripple. The doctors noticed that when she was born, she wouldn't move her legs. They were confused at first, but after doing some tests, they found an abnormality in her spine. They eventually came to the conclusion that she was paralyzed from the waist down.  She might as well have been born without legs.

My father was outraged. He came at my mother in a fit of anger, cursing her and calling her a witch, accusing her of crippling his child on purpose. He hit her and threw her out, telling her to take her "Demon Spawn" with her. I started to leave with her, but he held me back. He wanted me for his business. I fought him and tried to run to my Eomma, but he pinned me down. I bit him as hard as I could, until I tasted blood in my mouth. He started screaming, and brought out a large knife. This scared me senseless, I couldn't move. He flipped me on my back, and tore off my shirt. He started dragging the knife through my flesh, carving lines into my back. I couldn't do anything but wail in agony. When he finished, he picked me up under the arms and threw me out the door at my mother. I heard him yell after me, "There, now you are labelled what you are-worthless! You will never be anything but worthless!"

And just like that, our old life was gone.

So there I was, laying on top of our beaten down trailer we called home. Gone was the bed that I slept in. Gone was the roof I lived under. Gone was the sense of safety family brings you, and gone was the light in my mother's eyes.

As we watched the stars fall, I noticed that she let a few tears fall with them.