Fighting [TaeJin]

Thoughts

- Jin's POV -

I take in a deep breath of city air as I slowly open my eyes, waking up on a cold cement floor. Looking around, I remember the events of yesterday.

No longer am I in the dwellings of my Uncle. I ran far away from his reach, hoping to be out of it once and for all. I yearned for the pain to be taken away.

A little over twenty years in that dark house. I was only to leave the house to go to school, which I only went to till I was in my junior year of highschool. My Uncle pulled me out to use me to bring him money.

Bringing his friends over, they would pay to beat me or worse. They made it some sick game. I truly don't know how I'd managed to live so long in that house.

I look around once more, taking in the city that surrounds me. I have absolutely no idea as to where I am but I know I am going to be fine as long as my Uncle or one of his friends doesn't find me...

Slowly, I get up and examine myself, finding bruises on my limbs and around my ribs. I hobble my way out of the alley way in which I had fallen asleep in to look at where I was.

Cars and pedestrians, businesses in the buildings across the way. I probably look horrid, no one would dare glance my way.

First I have to get myself cleaned up, maybe find some old clothes or something. I look down as I hear my stomach growl and remember that I haven't eaten for about a day and a half.

Not the first priority though. I have to address my wounds... maybe with some makeshift banages I can make later, when I find something to make it out of.

It is not so different now, just yesterday I was in the dark house my Uncle forced me to live in with him. Now I'm in a dark alley fending for myself in the real world. The concepts are quite similar if you think about it.

Hopefully I won't die anytime soon. But actually, who cares? No parents, abusive Uncle, no job, not even a full highschool education, and now no where to go.

I'm pathetic. Rubaging through other peoples trash so that I can find material to make bandages out of, from wounds that might be deeper than flesh. I stop what I am doing and sit with my back against the wall.

I should just sit here and die. No one needs me so, why bother? Its not like I can do much to help my situation anyhow, I thought to myself.

Uncle and his friends will find me eventually and continue on where they had left off...I am probably going to die on the streets here eventually anyhow....

I lean my head back against the wall and watch the dark strands of my hair fall in front of my eyes. I sigh and close my eyes.

This is pointless...

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I wake in a startle as I hear metal hit a wall and look up to see a group of about three guys walking down the now dark alley, one holding a metal pole in his hand.

I don't dare move as I know they are probably going to do something to me no matter what, I can't run or fight back, there isn't much I can do.

They chuckled in a drunk manner as they approached me, emitting deadly stares.

"What you got, boy? Anything worth much?" one of the men asks. I hastily shake my head but they continue to approach.

"Looks like we will just have to make the best of it, then." He says and looks back at the other two with a devilish smile plastered on his face.

They started to hit me and my sight and hearing slowly fading. I give up. I'm done. It's over. I'm going to die here. I close my eyes and black out, after hearing their yelling bounce off the brick walls of the dark alley.

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