Save me <<Youngyeom>>

Chapter 1 - The Begining

"CHOI YOUNGJAE, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" My mother yelled angrily at me from downstairs. I quickly put out my cigarette and ran out of my bedroom and down the laminate staircase. I knew better than to answer my mother when she was in a mood like this. A couple of seconds after I was called, I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, where I was met by my very angry mother. Within seconds of me leaving my room, she had curled her fist into a tight ball and hit me so hard over the head my whole world went black for a couple of seconds. I desperately clutched the side of my head, tears filling my eyes and immediately threatening to fall. "WHY DID YOU TAKE SO LONG?! YOUR SO FUCKING USELESS YOUNGJAE!" I struggled to answer her, any reply would probably result in another hit. "Mo...mo...mom im s..sorr..y!" I stuttered through my sentence, and that angered her enough to hit me again. This time, the punch landed to the side of my neck as  I tried to move away, and cut my  air supply of. I dropped to the floor, clutching my neck with both hands and gasping for oxygen. " I should have killed you when you were still inside of me. You fucking ugly waste of oxygen! Its no wonder your whore of a father left us, I wouldn't want to fucking look at you either. I FUCKING HATE YOU YOUNGJAE!" My mother began softly, but ended screaming in my face. I didn't dare defend myself, I knew everything she said was right. With one final kick to my stomach, losing more oxygen, I couldn't breathe, my mom walked out the house, leaving me in a crying, breathless, mess on the floor. The tears were now flowing freely down my face, and I couldn't stop them. Everywhere was on fire, my face, my neck, my stomach and back, but most importantly, my heart. I wish I could actually die, I would make everyone lives so much better, and painless. I don't even know why im still living I have nobody to live for. "Im so sorry mom, im sorry im such a shit son. Dad, im so sorry!" I Gasped desperately as a violent wave of sobs took over my whole body, as I curled myself into a tight ball on the floor and tried to escape the harsh reality I call life.

About an hour later, after I finally calmed my sobs and stopped the tears flowing, I knew I had to get to my room. If my mom came back and found me like this she would surely kill me. Slowly, and agonisingly, I uncurled my body from my safe ball, and propped my self up on the stairs. Using my right arm first, then my left, I pushed myself up the stairs in an army crawl style, and although it took a while, I finally made it to my room. I pushed myself onto the bed slowly, gently, trying to not hurt my stomach or my neck, where I knew there would be noticeable in the morning. I lay my head on my pillow, and let the darkness I call sleep overtake my body. It was only about 3 hours later when I screamed myself awake, covered in sweat and tears flowing down my face. I had a bad dream, a one where she finally did it. She finally got her wish. She had pushed me down the stairs, and I lay dead at the bottom. In a pool of my own blood, my legs and arms bent at different angles around my body, but none of them natural. And worse yet, she was at the top of the stairs, looking down at me as if I was her dead slave, somebody worse than her. She was smiling. Did she not even care that I was dead? That she was now a murderer? DID SHE NOT EVEN CARE SHE KILLED HER SON?! The tears kept flowing as all the events of my dream swirled around in my head, making it again hard for me to breathe, as I tried to calm myself. It wasn't real. There was nobody to care for me anymore. It s at that very moment, I finally decided what I was going to do. I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to get rid of myself, I finally decided what I was going to do. I was going to kill myself!...

A/N Sorry this is so bad, its my first fanfiction so im kinda debating where to go with this. Comment any ideas you have for the next chapter lmao. Thanks for reading this, PEACE OUT BITCHEZZZZZ!