split personality | lee know

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TW: violence and sexual assault. If you feel like you'll be triggered in any way by these topics, please skip this chapter for your own good.

Also long chapter ahead!

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Minho's eyes opened in a snap. He sat up with a gasp, looking in every single direction his head would turn, but all he saw was emptiness. He lifted his hand to his head, and frowned when he realised that the pain was no longer there. And then he remembered.

"JISUNG!" he screamed out, but his voice just echoed in the empty abyss.

He started to panic. He pinched himself in case he was dreaming - to which he most likely was - but if he was, he wasn't waking up any time soon because the pinching didn't do anything except making him yelp in pain.

A sudden loud noise made him jump out of fear. It was similar to the sound of a retro TV turning on for the first time. He turned around, taking a step back in shock when everything in his view suddenly took shape to him.

"You crazy bitch, you're asking for it!"

A loud slap sounded from a room away, and Minho flinched at the noise of it. He took a step back and then panicked, thinking he would fall, but he didn't.

Instead, he started running towards where the noise was coming from.

Why am I running towards the noise? I swear I'm not even running right now!

He ran into what appeared to be his old kitchen and saw his mother on the cold tiling, holding onto her cheek with her shaking hand, wincing in pain. It quickly hit him that he was in no control of whatever he was experiencing, since it was a flashback.

Minho looked up at the perpetrator - his father, and back to his mother. He ran up to her and cried. "Mama, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

She just cried in response, which made her husband watching them laugh mockingly. "Look like your little clone deserves a beating too!"

The small boy turned his head around, ready to yell at his father, but he was already unwillingly being dragged away by him. He tried pulling himself free but that only caused the grip on his hair to tighten, and it just hurt even more. Plus he was much weaker than a man three times his size.

"Where are you taking me?! Ow! Ow!"

His father opened a door and he threw Minho into a room, closing the door behind him and locking it. He pulled out a pocketknife, making Minho widen his eyes and back up towards the wall as his father took a few, big steps towards him.

"F-father-" He was cut off by his own scream as he felt a knife cut across his chest. It was a blunt knife, so it luckily didn't cut deeply into his skin, but it still hurt a lot, especially for a young boy his age.

The knife fell to the floor, creating a clang sort of noise. Both of his arms were suddenly held and his body was dragged to the other side of the room. He tried crawling his way out, but his father was quick to tie each of his wrists to the wall using handcuffs.

Once he was fully handcuffed, he immediately received a hard slap to the face. When he looked back at his father, everything started to slowly turn blurry as he felt a pressure on his neck.

His father was choking him. His large hands had completely wrapped over Minho's small, fragile neck, with his thumbs applying a strong pressure to the boy's neck.