Set in modern day Japan, Hak, only 17 has experienced more pain in the entirety of his whole life than most people in his down stricken building estate. Hak's only goal in life is to live by his Uncle's house rules and to put a bolt lock on his murd...
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"You worthless piece of...!"
"I'm gonna turn you black and blue, boy. Get over here!"
"Poke him. Make him angry. I wanna see him turn crazy!"
"Stop screaming, you animal, before I show you real pain!"
"You're trash under my shoe!"
"Dirty little thing; look at you!"
"Aren't you dead yet? Why are you still here?!"
"You're going to wish you were dead by the time I'm finished with you!"
"What kind of monster are you?"
"Don't worry, they're gone now. I won't let them hurt you anymore."
"B-but who are you?"
"It's best you don't know. Just know that I love you, and that I will always keep you safe..."
"Argh, enough!" It's always the last voice that gets me. The other ones are always torturous, so it's as if I try to endure their voices just to hear that last one. The guarantee of safety.
Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep!
Beep! B-
I slammed the digital clock with my fist, silencing it effectively. Did I even sleep? The restless nights weren't cutting it for me. My back ached from yesterday's labour, I hadn't reached the estate until midnight.
"Hak, you up?!" roared Uncle. I could hear him hopelessly shuffling around in that old doghouse of a kitchen. I hadn't had an ounce of time to get groceries, so I was worried to even think about what he got his hands on to whip us up to eat.
"HAK! Get your butt out of that pigsty you call a bed!"
I wasn't up for this. I needed sleep, like a good seven hours would have been luxury. My muscles were scratchy and sore; my back wasn't too good either.
All too suddenly I remembered the day's intriguing agenda. Great. Flinch said he needed help at the butcher's today, said there would be a worthy paycheck in for me. Cash in hand of course. I groaned a barbaric groan, wishing the day would somehow not start at all.
Rattle after rattle, I could hear from the kitchen, then an ultimate smash of kitchen utensils.
"Arghhhh, would you shut up already, old man!" I yelled at that annoyance and pulled away the deflated pillow, which I was using to successfully suffocate myself.
I unwillingly stretched with several dramatic clicks from my tired joints, as I finally sat up, letting the fog from my head take its time to settle. Stretching my arms over my head, I noticed a new gash on my peck, looking foul and scarlet. I didn't even remember what exchange of blows that was from. It didn't really matter though, they were all over my body, both temporary and permanent. A new medal, I guess.
