dear taehyung,
today i saw you fighting with your father again, and i felt weak. the dim light from your bedroom's window was just enough for me to see the hits you got. and i couldn't do anything.
all i did was stare and count the slaps. there were 48 of them in total, but i could've sworn i saw you flinch more to the words he yelled.
taehyung, why can't he just understand how vulnerable you are?
i've been your neighbour since you moved here, and since then your father has been insanely aggressive. you act like it doesn't hurt, but i've seen you cry two times.
those days were the worst days of my life.
YOU ARE READING
ten letters // kth
Short Storywhere the words hurt more than the slaps but where her ten written letters heal the wounds ~~~~~~~ started 18/5/2016 WARNINGS: a tragic short-story MENTIONS OF: death self-harm
