Inspired Love// Hoseok Ff

7

I spoke to soon.

As i was running back home, thinking of all the horible ways my mom could kill me, the rain started to pour.

Before, sun rays, now, raindrops, were falling on my bare skin since i was wearing a t-shirt. It made me shiver and i was sure i was going to catch a cold. Sadly my house was half an hour away.

As my feet were hitting the ground in rythm, i didn't even notice tears falling down my face. But the salty taste in my mouth made me realise how much i feared of my mom. I had to stop running to calm down.

I was panting and crying and i just couldn't seem to calm myself. I just fell down on my knees in the middle of the road and cried.

Luckly not many cars were in the neighbourhood i was in. I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

Broken.

Crying.

...

I was shiwering. The elevator was not heated and it didn't help that i spent almost an hour in poring rain.

I was rubing my palms against my skin for warmth. My tears were already dried and you couldn't even see my swollen eyes doe to the wetnes of my hair which was sticking all over my face. My nose was red, mostly from crying but the cold helped a little bit too.

All in all; i was a mess.

.

As i was franticly looking for the right key to my apartment, the door opened in front of me. I stoped fidgeting with my keys and looked up, coming face to face with the devil who was pircing in to my sould with it's hatefull look.

She was standing there, looking furious. Her hair was all over the place, her mascara smuged under her eyes and her clothes were losely hanging on her body.

She's been drinking again.

Looking at me from head to toe, my mom puled me inside and shut the door behind me.

Bottles of Soju were laying on the floor and stuff was trown everywhere. I turned to my mom, whom was standing behind me.

Sudenly i felt a burning sensation on my left cheek. I grabed it in pain and looked at her.

She slaped me.

Nothing new.

But then she grabed a half way empty bottle of Soju and smacked it against the arm i was holding my cheek with.

Fuck.

I emidietly released my cheek and stumbeled back. It hurt like a bitch. Thiny pices of glass were stuck in my arm and cheek and blood was ozzing out of them. The sticky liquid on my arm burned like hell in my cuts.

I was holding my arm in agony and tears were falling again.

As i was trying to get up from the floor, my mom came towards me, speed walking and kicked me in the stomach.

I fell back, releasing a loud huf.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

But i tried to get up. She kicked me again.

And again. And again. And again, all while saying "Where the hell were you huh?! Geting drunk with your friends huh?! You little piece of shit! This slut thinks she can wonder around the streets when she should be at home! I make rules for a reason bitch!"

Her words hurt the most.

Calling me all those names.

It hurt to know they came from my own mother. The woman who gave birth to me, was now talking shit about me.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

She kicked me one last time, cursed and spit on me and then headed out the door.

And i was left on the floor, in the pile of my own blood.

Blood comming out of my cuts.

Blood comming out of my mouth.

Cold sweat filling my skin surface.

Tears streaming down my face.

I was left all alone.

...

I somehow managed to crawl into the bathroom and turn on the focid in the bathtub.

I slowly got up, suporting myself on the sink, whilst holding my acking stomach. When i sucseded, i looked myself in the mirror.

I was bruised and blood was driping out of my mouth. I basicaly looked like somebody tried to murder me. I looked like i was a worthles piece of shit that didn't belong into this world. Like i was some trash that was trown away but nobody bothered to pick it up and turn it into something useful.

Maybe that's why she left me on the floor.

Where trash belongs.

I filed my mouth with water and gurgled a bit before spiting the nasty liquid out in the sink. Blood.

I repeated the step twice before drinking it.

Sweat was still driping from my bloody forhead and stinged in my wounds. I wiped it away so i could ease the pain.

I ran my trembling fingers across rhe dried, sticky tray of tears under my eyes. They left a salty taste in my mouth even if i washed it out.

I carefuly took out the pieces of glass, washed my whole face and dried it of in the towel.

The bath was already filed, so i took off my clothes, soaked with blood, and droped them on the floor. I put one foot inside the tub, folowed by the other. I sinked in the warm water. It was so nice. So warm. So loving. I relaxed as the warm liquid heated my cold body. My still trembling hands were rubing against my skin to get the blood out.

When i was finished i leaned my head back and just stared at the celling, thinking.

Thinking about the whole day. How it can go from great to horible in a spam of an hour. How one tiny mistake can change your whole life.

After i was finished i put the bandages on my cuts and wore my pajamas. I was to weak to clean everything up, so i just went to bed. I'll clean it up tomorrow.

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Hi. Dont mind this piece of shit fanfic.