You Saved Me /MINSUNG/

3. Up and Down

needless to say felix was right. by the time the two stepped through the hospital doors jisung was arguably in more pain than when he originally got the injuries.

"can i help you boys?" the lady at the front desk questioned. her name tag read sana.

"we were in here yesterday and we were wondering if we could see doctor kim again?" jisung asked trying not to wince to much.

"of course. right this way" sana motioned them to follow with a sweet smile.

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"well mr. han while i'm not glad to see you back so soon it's a good thing that you came" dr. kim  told the two, "a few of your stitches busted which is nothing we can't fix"

"thank you dr. kim i'm so glad that it wasn't serious" felix bowed.

"please call me dahyun. i'm serious. and i really hope i don't have to see the two of you again." she laughed while leaving the room.

"do you want to come over for a bit sung?"

"i wish i could lix but the school probably called my dad and i should really go home. i'll see you tomorrow."

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⚠️TW⚠️  ABUSE, SELF HARM, HOMOPHOBIA

when jisung got to the pathway leading up to his house he couldn't help the dread that built up in his body. he was in deep shit. for one he skipped part of school. for two he hit someone. last but certainly not least he was late coming home.

as he opened the door he braced himself for what he knew was inside. yet as he walked inside nothing happened. that was until he walked into the living room.

"look who finally decided to show up" his father slurred, a belt in his hand, "my faggot, incompetent, excuse for a son."

"dad what are you doing" jisung said, his voice shaking.

"DO NOT CALL ME YOUR FATHER" the man screamed at him, causing jisung to flinch, "you lost that privilege when your mother walked out"

"now come here boy" he roughly drug jisung to the ground. he started swinging the belt. he swung until he felt like jisung had learned his lesson. then he simply walked to the kitchen and grabbed another beer.

when jisung got the strength he crawled to his room. he locked himself in his bathroom and looked for the replacement razor blades he kept under his sink and slowly drug them across his thighs. again and again.

this had become a habit for him. whenever his father abused him but didn't knock him out he would turn to self harm. he would tell himself that his dad didn't hit him enough and that he had to finish the job. he would repeat his dad and marks words in his head.

'you are the reason why your mother left'

'you don't belong in this school let alone this country'

once he was satisfied with the blood dripping down his thighs and smeared on the floor, he forced himself to take a shower. then he cleaned up the floor and finally let his body hit the bed.

AUTHORS NOTE:  this chapter was actually really hard to write. it reminded me of a really hard time in my life and actual experiences i've had lol. i'm not good at emotions if you can't tell. also i've been sick for FIVE DAYS and it sucks but if you are struggling with mental health TALK TO SOMEONE it doesn't have to be an actual therapist or an adult but it genuinely helps

XOXO THE AUTHOR