To say that it was hard, is an understatement. It made me realise how tough it was for dad to earn money. Yet, we all took him for granted.
I worked fourteen hours a day, but no matter much I made, it was as if there was a hole in my pocket. The money I worked for disappears as if it was never there. I felt like I was spending more that what I earned, if that was even possible. Food. Rent. Bills. Painkillers. Sleeping pills.
The pills...Sungjae-hyeong and I couldn't even sleep a blink without them. They became way too essential. And addicting too.
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save me; taehyung
Short Story||completed|| "Why is it so dark where I'm alone It's dangerous how wrecked I've become... Save me, I can't even get a grip on myself" -Kim Taehyung [short chapters] [not edited]
