Dark on me || TXT

Chapter 11

The walk home was silent.

Only when they could both see the house did Taehyun say something.

A short 'Act normal.'

Beomgyu didn't reply, but it didn't seem to bother Taehyun.
As soon as the front door was open and they were both inside, Beomgyu went up to his room.

Not saying or doing anything beyond a short nod of acknowledgment.

Questions followed him upstairs but he could barely hear them.

He just needed to get away.
To process.
To reason with himself.

This was all moving way to fast.
Just this morning he thought they only thing magical about this world was DisneyLand. And now...

Now he didn't know what to think.

He put his backpack by the door, toeing of his shoes, shaking off his jeans, pulling his shirt over his head.
He grabbed a pair basket ball shorts, put on an old band t-shirt he'd deemed comfortable enough to sleep in and...

He hid under the covers.

Tucked into his bed, two pillows on either side of him, the covers pulled up so just his nose and eyes peeked out, and he let his mind run on autopilot.

He let every thought that came up pass through. He let every emotion he had bury itself deep. He let the world and his mind and his heart drown him.

Because he couldn't do anything else.

And it was always better to get over it with, rather then let everything eat you alive, slowly, over time, from the inside.
He would always prefer a fast death to a slow one.

He was glad, in some sadistic fucked up way, that his parents had a quick death.
However gruesome.

That kept night kept coming up.
Over and over again.

And he remembered what he saw.
What he thought he saw.

And now, it seems entirely possible.

But it made everything so much worse.
So, so much worse...

He pushed that thought away. And when it wouldn't leave his mind, he buried it. Deep within his mind, so maybe he would just forget.

And forget he did.

For a little while, at least.
He forgot that Taehyun had lied to him.
He forgot the truth about the world.
He forgot about the school, and the day he had.
He forgot about the people outside the door, who they were, why they were in the house.

He forgot he was Choi Beomgyu.

Instead he was just a body, under a blanket.
Watching the light grow a deep orange in his room as the sun finally set.

And he watched as darkness took its place, beams of moonlight breaking in through the blinds.

He waited, for the darkness to take him to.
And it did.