Painter in the night| Changjin

Mess

Did he ran away to that blonde guy again?

I had no idea and it was torturing me for sure, I was losing myself in the moment as the picture was collecting the whole spectre of emotions as I felt tear falling off my face as I cried non stop while the muse hit me for sure, the painful perfection was created.

I threw the brush through the room as it fell on the floor dropping and breaking to pieces, I packed the things running from the room filled with the smell of his perfume and cum.

I skipped to the nearest metro station looking for the stop of mine as I nervously tapped the rhythm of the music in my headphones.

The dark street was following a is smoked the cigarette walking up the stairs to see the door opened and some fuss going on.

I threw the bag to the side running inside as the brother of mine wa son the floor all in blood as 2 big men holding him tightly.

-IN what a hell is going on?

-I am sorry brother!

He screamed as I saw the tears falling down his eye as he tried to move but it was almost impossible as the grip was too tight, I rushed pushing the one man who caught me as we both crashed on the floor.

-Let him go!

I shouted as other took me by the neck throwing to the wall as I moaned the pain out as his cold hands grabbed onto my neck pressing to the wall.

-U little brother is owning us some money, so get ready, we will come the next week. The same time.

He bumped my body the same style to the wall as I felt dizzy as the whole picture went blank and blurry as I slowly drained down hitting the floor as the short breaths of mine was there as I looked at the IN who was flat on the floor unable to move himself as his crying got harder and he sobbed trying to reach my hand as I brushed with my fingers his one touching his pain as my body turned to gravity falling flat near him as his hand grabbed onto me.

-I am sorry, Hyunjin, I am so messed up, I think u are right so, I need to do something.

His gulping wast helping as he was completely wrecked as I lightly hugged him trying to calm him down.

-Shhh, it will be alright.

I whispered covering the open wounds he carried as his slow beating calmed him down as I crawled to the kitchen for the aid kit helping him to cover the injuries he got as I placed him on bed as his eyes went heavy in seconds he fell asleep, the pill I gave him hit in, the puffy cheeks and red eyes were still swollen.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom watching the reflection of my face, the broken skin over the eyes brow, the line of blood running down, the bloody t-shirt.

I felt some pain o the head a say fingers touched the place to find the blood coming from there too.

I had the whole bruise on the neck showing the handprint of the man chocking me.

I turned the shower on taking the mess of me even if it was just the visual one.

I took the painkiller as my wounds were reinfected and patched up, I looked better in a peach pyjamas, the child of life who was broken into a misery.

I looked as IN was sleeping calmly and I left to my room crashing on the bed as the beating of the heart wasn't letting me to sleep.

I reminded of my granny and her calming words closing my eyes.

The next morning was harder as IN was still in shock as I had to call the friend to get finally help him as he agreed to, and eventually my brother gave in for the centre of help to addicts as I watched him sadly walking in as he looked at me last time waving to the freedom.