(warning sh⚠️)
"JISUNG GET THE FUCK IN HERE NOW!"
my dad yelled from the kitchen hesitantly I walked into the kitchen head down and hoping that he wouldn't beat me again or at least not worse than usual
"LOOK AT ME YOU BRAT!"
at this point there is no point in hoping for the best he's being so loud he is definitely going to wake up "mother"
i look up avoiding his eye not wanting to piss him off more but it seems nothing i do doesn't piss him off because as soon as i lift my head a hard slap connects with my cheek making me recoil back
"you dirty bitch of a sun where were you huh!" he asks his hand hovering over my face ready to slap at any given time "i..i was it the t..teacher made me wait to h..help clean t..the class"
"lies!" he slaps me again knocking me off my feet he grabs my collar "don't fucking lie to me boy or I will beat you to death!"
He might not be lying about that
"I..i didn't do anything I promised" tearing up from the pain "he still wasn't satisfied by the answer going off the fact that he beat me more no longer asking questions
suddenly i here laughing immediately i know it was my "mom" which makes it worse because if it was one thing they agreed on it was making my life hell
"what did the brat do this time?" she ask walking up to him looking at me with disgust while i can barely move "he came home late again" he answers kicking me in the process
"tch what would he even get from coming back late not like he has friends" you would think that they were high school bully's but no they are my "parents"
"you're right this loser can't even make friends but his sweet older brother is already moved out.. when are you gonna move out brat" he nudges me with his foot waking up my barley conscious body by a little
"i..i don't know.." bracing for in pact "ha! the loser doesn't even know when he's leaving how about you figure it out before we kick you out huh?"
he sounded proud of himself for saying he'd kick out him own son he and "mother" walked off leaving me alone i knew that they wouldn't like it if i was still of the kitchen floor
so with all my strength i pulled myself off the floor limping into the bathroom locking the door and sliding down it finally breaking down
i crawled to the sink and opened the cabinet i pulled out a miniature black box hidden behind some things i opened it and took out the blade
cutting my inner thigh feeling so much more worthless then before cut after cut after cut but no matter how much i cut i still felt worthless
once i was done i watched the blood run down my legs then i finally put the box away and got into the shower myself up feeling the sting of my bruises i get out once im done and walk into my room changing my clothes and hoping for a better day tomorrow
then i remember my hang out with minho bringing my mood up a little
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Limbo (on hold)
أدب الهواةjisungs life is hard he gets bullied his parents are always arguing or yelling at him and he's known as the gay suicidal weirdo, but what if someone comes into his life and changes it for the better?
