Not So Sweet Home

Life

~Third Person POV~

Hyun-soo woke up with a start, the nightmare he just had slipping through the tight grasp of his fingertips and out into the world to be carried off in the wind. It left only the worst, most painful remnants of itself behind, leaving Hyun-soo to pick up the pieces. Hyun-soo let out a whimper, the memories of the nightmare he just had pulsed behind his eyes, the image of his family pointing and shouting that it's all his fault, always was, and always will be. He knows what they're saying is true. He's a waste of space. He deserves to die alone with no one to love him because no one ever has and no one ever will. He hurries back to sit against the peeling wall, and sobs. He grips his hair, pulling so tightly that it gives him a headache. He doesn't care, he deserves the pain, he tells himself, he deserves everything that's ever happened and ever will. 

~Hyun-soo's POV~

I raise my sleeve to wipe the tears from my eyes and the gross, clear snot that has begun to drip from my nose. It hurts to wipe away, my nose is raw and my eyes sting from all the times I've cried these last few weeks. The tears seem to never stop.  'I deserve this, and everything else' my mind screams at me. I know it's right, it always is. I go to lie back down, hoping to slip away into unconsciousness, but a loud banging against my door prohibits me from doing so. I stand up and make my way over to the intercom, which has a camera that shows you who's standing outside your door. I hesitantly pick up the receiver, not very willing to talk to anyone right now. I bring the receiver up to my ear and the camera flickers on, showing me a beautiful brunette woman. I gulp.

"H-Hello? Is there something you need" I manage to push out.

"Would you quit with the fucking screaming," she yells, "You've been keeping me up every single night since you moved in here a week ago." Her face is getting redder and redder by the minute, she taps her heeled foot on the tiled floor, I can hear the slight clack it makes every time it hits the ground.

"I'm so sorry ma'am..I promise to try and stop my screaming from now on." I say, voice soft.

"Yeah, whatever." She grits out, then her eyes fall to something on the floor outside my door, and she begins to scream, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? HOW MUCH FUCKING FOOD DO YOU NEED FATASS, THIS IS LIKE THE 3RD PACKAGE OF RAMEN YOU'VE GOTTEN SINCE MOVING HERE. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING INCONSIDERATE YOU ARE?" She stops and stares straight into the camera, I feel like she's staring straight through me and into my soul, judging me and damning me to a thousand years in the deepest, darkest pits of hell.

"I'm...I'm so sorry ma'am," I whimper, "you're right, I don't need all that food." Tears are starting to run down my thin cheeks, and my stomach growls in protest of my statement. She smirks.

"Since you're fatass doesn't need all this.." She exclaims as she pulls her food up and begins kicking and destroying the box of ramen. I whimper in pain, the hunger eating at my stomach. She breaks open the box and kneels down. All I can hear is the tearing of plastic and the crunching of noodles. She stands back up, a proud grin on her face as she walks away from my door. I hear the clacking of her shoes against the tile, and then the slamming of a door. I slip down to my knees and stare at the door. I shake my head in disgust at myself 'You don't need that food, fucking fat ass'  I nod, agreeing with the voice. I pull myself off the floor and clumsily walk over to my computer. I plop down in front of it and resume the online game I was playing before, easily getting lost in the fantasy world.

~time skip~

I roll my shoulders, they're tense from my slouched sitting position. I lean back and stretch as I begin to stand up. I look out my window, noticing how the sun is just beginning to tip back over the horizon. 'Huh,' I think to myself 'I've been playing for quite a while, I should probably go to bed now'. A loud bang startles me from my thoughts, "Please say it's not her again." I whisper to myself. I walk over to the intercom as the banging against my door continues. I pick up the receiver and bring it to my ear, staring in horror as the camera flickers to life, showing the woman from earlier, who I now know is my neighbour. The bottom half of her face is coated in blood and her eyes are completely black, I stagger back, dropping the receiver, which makes a loud feedback noise. Her soulless eyes snap towards the camera, and she stares right at me. 

"FooOoOOd" she rasps "NeeEED FooOOD." She slams her head into the door, and when she pulls back, the teal paint from the door is stuck to her forehead. "Let me in please, I'm so HUNgRy." She whimpers. Her head snaps up to stare at the ceiling, and her face twists into a wicked grin, one that somehow manages to stretch from ear to ear. It's then that I notice the sharpness of her teeth. She licks her lips, her tongue stretching out to reach halfway down her neck. She bolts towards the stairwell, and it's then that I, too, begin to hear what the woman had heard. Whoever lives above me was playing a bass.

---Authors Note---

Heyy, I know I haven't updated my other stories, or posted anything on this account in awhile, but I honestly got kind of bored and wanted to write my own Sweet Home fanfiction...so here it is! I can't promise I'll update often but I definitely will try to, as I'm trying to get ready for Season 2 to release. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading, and don't be scared to leave any feedback, positive or negative lmao.