What a beautiful toy to me (AMBW BYUN BAEKHYUN)

Because

{ K Y U N G S O O }

He opened the door, and the light breeches through blinding my eyes. I walked int eh center of the room, with the black hoodie pulled over my head. The bandages around my hands were wrapped tightly, and off white. Like bone. I stared at them, lifting each of my bruised fingers up to my eyes. How many times...how many nights has it been? I can't remember. No matter how many times I start count, I just can't. It was like he told me. In order to win, you have to keep fighting: not to become stronger, not to get tougher, not to prove a point, or dominate. But–to fight for who you love. And I did.

The lights in the sky beamed down on the mat, and my chest had stopped growing tense. I've done this....for so long. I look behind me, beyond the shouting, beyond the viewers—or as I call them—sadists; finding myself and the snake with the phone. And the money. I needed the money. To keep her safe I needed...to...
The bell rang. I clench my fists together, gripping my knuckles hard;digging my nails into my palms great enough to bleed through the bandages. As always, my face is focused and I find a balance between the rhythm of my fists to my feet. To match my eyes, with my heart. A deep breath consumes me, and everything is still. He comes in between the ropes, weighing more than me and standing taller. I know I'm going to loose a few teeth. I know I'm going to get another black eye, broken ribs and another fractured wrist. That's what happens in fights. But I don't care. I'd rather die protecting something that I love then never have fought for it at all.

And so I close my eyes, and scream. I scream for her...pulling back my right foot, I pull a punch that connects with his cheekbone. The hit pushes his face into the other direction for a quick second, and I lift my knee ramming it into his stomach before, sweeping my foot under his leg, and tripping him. I drop to my knees, holding onto a patch of his hair and the lift up his head dangling. I hit him. Over, and over and over again, until his face starts to get unrecognizable. Until the color of red and blue stain his face, and swell up...for her...I caught my hand stuck between his teeth as he bit down and tore off my finger. The sight of blood always made me sick. Funny part. I can't stand the sight of my own more than anyone else's. I let go of his head, slamming it into th ground hard, before yelling in pain. I shook my head watching the drops paint the matt before getting back up and crashing my elbow into his atoms Apple, with my right, then ramming my left fist repeatedly at his chest. He managed to break my ankle, kicking it in hard enough that I started hopping, 'just another pain to deal with' I told myself, but continued to walk on it. I don't care if I loose a foot.

All that matters, is that I take care of it. I'm going to prove, that I mean something. I'm not...just some bastard...something to be throne away, and forgotten

. I...have something to fight for. I have...someone.

Don't I?

And the winner, DO KYUNGSOO!

I can never remember sometimes, how I win. Most of the time, I'm so scared, that I think I lose myself and something else does it for me. And I forget, that the person whose been stripped of their divinity and left on the ground as to go home to their family looking like this? It wasn't the first or the second time that the thought of this made me vomit all over the ring, hands bent over my knees after winning against all odds.
I rolled out of the ring, hearing the voices cheer me on. I slam the metal of the cage, yelling "Get me out of here! Get me out!" I hate doing this. Mom..I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that you have to see me at home on television like this. I'm so sorry.

I'm bent over as the referee opens the door, wiping away the saliva as the taste of dinner from two nights ago and yesterday fill my mouth. And there's Tao, standing with a bottle of mouth wash that I take two to three times before choking on th acid that burns my mouth. It was then when my foot started gaining feeling and I can't stand anymore, I cracked it in place during the match and had the medics take a look at it and steadily it before the bandages. Tao places a yellow envelope next to me, pouring water down my face washing away the sweat then throwing in a towel. I wipe myself off, looking him angrily. "Demon." He calls me, shaking his head."The Bastard Demon."