might just die //zikyung

sixth

"Honey, are you alright? Please come out of your room and talk to us. We can fix all of this. Please Kyung." But his mother's words couldn't reach Park Kyung. He was curled up in to a little ball on his bed and cried. His floor was still covered in shattered glass but he just didn't have the strenght to care. Kyung's body was covered in wounds nd cuts from all the glass but somehow the pain didn't bother him anymore. "I'm disgusting, not you. I'm so sorry." He mumbled these words like a tantrum. The sixth page of the little book was covered in dark red stains. Kyung didn't hurt himself on purpose but it also wasn't fully unintentionelly. He knew he would cut himself on the glass when he had slowly taken a step it was just that he had other priorities at that time and that he knew that he could drink away the pain after he got the new bottle. He also ate for the first time in days. His mom always had a meal prepared for him in the kitchen. Kyung just didn't touch it for he was addicted. Addicted to his new lover called by the name alcohol, known by the name misery. A tear fell on to the sixth page and blurred some of the letters together. Unfortunately Kyung could still read what it said.

I think Hyung hates me. I'm so disgusting for thinking that. I don't want to but I do.

-Woo Jiho