Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

1.

~Chapter 1: Don't Be a Hero~

My eyes open and nothing in my field of vision holds any kind of familiarity.

Fuck.

Where am I?

I try to sit up from the stiff position I've been put in on my back, but all of my muscles protest fervently making me give up almost immediately. I sigh heavily and decide to relax so as not to strain myself. There's no need to overexert myself if I have nowhere to go. The only thing I can do while my body is out of commission is taking in my surroundings while lying on this unfamiliar bed...I suppose.

An average sized room surrounds me.

Clean.

Probably rarely used. The lack of dust on the brown desk that sits on one side of the bed shows that the room is either cleaned regularly, or was cleaned for my arrival. Was my arrival expected?

An average square window is above me. It's mostly dark outside but there seems to be a bit of light from the sun lingering around. Has it just recently gone down, or will it be coming up in a little while? I can't tell. I determine that it's either very late at night or really early in the morning.

The walls of this room appear to be a deep wine-like red. Two- no three doors, all white...or is it cream? An IV bag stands idly next to my bed. Behind its thin structure is a large mahogany dresser with four drawers.

The IV is strapped to my arm and pokes through my skin. Supplying something in to my body. When I passed out I must have been sufficiently injured for them to drug me up and hook me to an IV bag. I can't gather the energy to look under the covers and scan my injuries, so I instead choose to look up at the bare ceiling.

Fucking...Tao. This is his fault.

Maybe I should rewind a bit, so that we're all on the same page. How I got here. How I ended up battered and kidnapped. What Tao's deceiving ass has to do with this whole ordeal. Let's go back to a few days ago when my "so-called" best friend managed to get me in to this enormous pile of horse shit.

*3 Days Prior*

I was headed back home from the convenience store closest to the orphanage and my scratchy grey pants and shirt were packed full of different snacks and fruits. I had managed to get apples, bananas, tangerines, jelly snacks, stuffed buns, moon pies and more. I was quite content with that days haul. I had stolen enough snacks for not only myself, but also for the younger boys in the home.

Now, I just want to go ahead and say that I don't prefer stealing to buying, nor do I condone such behaviors. But sometimes it's the only way to get around it this hellhole of a city, and I don't have any money of my own to spend in the first place. I came here not knowing how to find decent food on my own. I came here having no idea how to steal, or even knowing what it was in the first place, but after years of working for that bitch Momma I've gotten good at it. It's not something to brag about, I'm aware, but it's a fact. It's been years since I woke up in her home for the underprivileged and I've done more awful things than I care to own up to. Most of which falls under the title of felony if I were to go around doing it in the first and second rings.

After a month or so living under Momma I came to learn that this city, also affectionately referred to as the Capital, is separated into 3 factions/rings.

We were in the third and outermost ring of the actual city. We were also the so called poor area. The 3rd ring is enormous and this particular part was the worst. Full of druggies, bums, and criminals (myself included). What I once saw as a shiny and silver world was soon revealed to be quite broken and old.