The moment Kyung opened his eyes he was terrified. He was in a big white room, tied to a bed in clothes that didn't belong to him. Every breath hurt. His memory was gone. Head ache, the feeling of poison sipping in to his bones. Park Kyung coughed several times before looking around once again. He felt so helpless, not even knowing his own name. Searching for clues for his identity he tried to observe his body. Bones. He basically just consisted of bones. Scars. The sleeve of his shirt had moved up a little bit, revealing little scars where the broken pieces of glass had kissed his skin. Suddenly Park Kyung had the urge to scream but as he tried to move his lips he flinched as they were so chapped that the skin ripped, allowing some blood to slowly drip down his chin. Some voices talked about him, claiming he had done something terrible and that he'd have a hard time healing. Even more confused Kyung tried to remember how he got in to the room. The regret hit him right as the memory kicked in. Flames, heat, smoke, hate. He shouldn't have been alive. He was supposed to die. He wanted to die. The small boy was now furious, trying to kicking and punching the air, trying to free himself. This wasn't right. The small boy needed to correct the mistake somebody has made. The mistake to save him.
Park Kyung wasn't broken. Reality had torn him apart.
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Idk why this took so long. I just wasn't satisfied.
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might just die //zikyung
Fanfiction"I'm sorry but I couldn't endure this any longer."
