Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

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yuuri tried to concentrate, tried to focus on somehow gagging up this dirty washcloth from his throat, but it wasn't working. he'd always known he'd had some weird problem with breathing out of his nose, but he didn't know it's full potential until right now, when it was keeping him alive. and it hardly was.

yuuri stopped struggling, closing his eyes as he felt them grow glossy.

he preferred death.

"before i go," he heard, and suddenly the door was being opened again. it had been close to ten minutes, why was he not gone yet?

john then walked up to him, and punched him as hard as he could square in the stomach. yuuri yelped, crying in pain although it being jumbled due to the washcloth.

"this is for being such a brat," john sneered, and before the brunette could comprehend it, there was another punch being thrown against the same spot.

"and this is for thinking you're worth something, piece of shit," he said, before punching him even just a bit harder square on his knee. yuuri never knew that place could hurt so bad, but now, he couldn't even move his leg it hurt so bad.

"alright, all for now," john stated, before turning around and walking towards the door. "hope you've learned something,"

and then he slammed the door.

and yuuri just cried.

his stomach felt shattered, he could hardly breathe, and he could feel that his knee was not the way it should be.

he was so, so sick of suffering. he couldn't even find a reason to stay alive anymore.

he laid there, for what felt like hours, before the pain in his stomach began to grow much, much worse. he wasn't sure if this had anything to do with it, but suddenly he really, really had to use the bathroom, and wasn't sure if he could hold it.

he felt so, so disgusting.

he began to squirm, but not too much before the warm liquid was covering the sheets underneath him and wetting his skin. he felt so vulgar and nasty doing something like this, but he really needed to, and he knew john wouldn't be back for awhile.

so he bared with the disgusting stench that began to fill the room.

an hour passed, and tears fell down his face for what felt like the millionth time that day.

he preferred death.

after another painful, agonizing fifteen minutes, yuuri closed his eyes, attempting at maybe falling asleep.

but that didn't last for long until his door flew open.

he gasped, and his eyes widened in fear when he saw what awaited him at his door.

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