Not The End

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Eunwoo pov
It was just another normal day of school being a nobody.

You know, the usual getting kicked in arse by half the school, the same old boring subjects and equally boring teachers.

It should be illegal for being forced to go through this hell 1000 hours a day five days a week.

Not like home is any better. I'm not gonna pretend that having to hear those two annoying cows  shouting at eachother and getting belted for no reason is any better than school.

dying of boredom and dealing with bullies or having my eardrums ruptured by petty arguments, pick your poison.

I know I sound like an ungrateful dick, but I doubt you'll be having a cheery smile on your face if you have to go through this all your life.

If you do well... hate to break it to you but you probably belong in the mental asylum.

Before I know it, my pig pen of a house comes into view.

Ugh, Home. Fucking.Sweet.Home. I guess?

"I'm honestly suprise you wretch of a son still dare show your ugly face in here" that swine screeched sounding a hell lot like a crow.

Knowing the consequence of letting my thoughts escape my head, I only responded with an eye roll.

" Now get into the car and NO questions or you're dead meat" she yelled whipping my ass multiple times with her pathetic belt.

Is that seriously all you've got wench? Jeez, instead of wasting your time having a scream fest with your asshat of a husband, you could use that time to come up with new insults, these ones are getting old.

As old as you if I'm being honest.

I peered out the window, the gloomy trees hiding behind a cloud of thick grey fog pass us by in a flash of grey.

I suppose dying in a forest is way better than living on this hell on earth any longer.

There it stood. I had walked past it several times and I had never seen it. It terrorised me. The idea that someone could have lived in this very building. 

I then noticed almost forcefully, the empty space where a window would have stood, where shattered, sharp remains of glass still lie, threatening me like someone putting a knife at my throat..."

The car came to an abrupt stop sending me face planting into the foul smelling leather seat in front of me.

Before I could recollect myself I was shoved out of the car sending me tumbling down onto the sticky mud.

just as quickly as we arrived she just drove off, leaving me there blankly staring at the car speedily being consumed by the misty fog.

The only thing left to do is explore my final resting place, I suppose.

Breaking into the building was a piece of piss as the rusty gate practically bended like aluminium.

The garden was grown wild with brambles and weeds everywhere.The dying flowers suffered from dried-up stalks that no one had pruned.

Two overgrown filiform palms swayed and rustled in the sea breeze, as if mortified by the withered branches that dangled alongside their trunks.

A little while after stepping into the garden, I felt a sharp pain in my back. Similar to falling off the swing and landing ,hard.

Out of nowhere, a faint dizzying sensation could be felt, getting worse by the second.

It didn't take long for it to consume me, swallowing me whole, sending me tumbling onto the concrete ground.

A triumphant and manical laugh was the last thing I heard before my conciousness slips away.