Moonlight

Trauma

Soonyoung POV

It's been ages I have been realy out of my house for a walk. I guess today is the day, and the Moonlight to seem comforting.

I took my keys, lock the apartment and went to take a walk under the moon.

While taking the walk I started to think about my past and my life. My life was really hard from my birth. My parents had me when they were only 19. For them raising a child at such a young age was really hare still they tried. From here and there they would get money. When I was five we suddenly hit the jackpot my father got a job. He earned enough for our small family so my mother decided to become a house wife.

But as they say happiness don't always stay there. My father became workaholic or what I thought. He woulds to come home late but always drunk. He started to abuse my mother. From there my life took a 360° turn. The abusive and drunk things keep on happening for many years. Soon my mother found out that my father was cheating on her. She wasn't going to keep quit. She was going to complain to the police but my father found it out and he with his girlfriend killed my mother infront of my eyes. I was too scared to tell anyone. Not even after a month my father married his girlfriend. His girlfriend was a shity person.

She woulds to torture me to death. I like to dance she knew it, she also knew it that my father didn't like dance as it was my mother's favorite thing. I herniated it from my mother. So she told it to my father. Many fights occur at that time I was 10 so it was easy for them to make me quite.

I think my step mom had different plans she suddenly became supportive over my dance she started to make me go on dance shows. Soon I found it out. It was because of money. I woulds to alway win first and thereby woulds to get money. She never concerned to tell my father that this was all her idea and not mine. She woulds to even tell him that she stopped me many time but I didn't listen. This was all lie but my father believed what she said and I woulds to get badly beaten up.

When I turned 15 I started to stop going on the music shows, hell I even started to stop dancing. She made me hate the only thing I loved. She didn't like it. She started to make more false information about me and started to spread rumors of me around are surroundings. Everyone hated me. She was the reason why I woulds to get bullied everywhere. Everyday was suffocating each passing day my will to live was dying but somehow I managed. I managed to survive after graduation I moved from the house and went overseas. I came to Japan. It was my dream city and now here I'm trying my best to earn money from here and there to keep my stomach full. I never danced again it became a trauma to me. The thing I woulds to do to run away from my trauma became my own trauma.