A Broken Glass Is His World

The Unwanted Identity

His forest, green eyes glistened from the shining light of the crested moon. The cracks of his shattered window split more from the stomping of his hateful parents. Yes, like most families his parents grew hate toward one another everyday, but to him it was nothing.

Each argument, each loud comment, every word gave him great anger. A knife lied hidden under his flat pillow which he used to cut up the faded wallpaper from the cheap, cemented walls of his bedroom. Jihoon, that was his name. The monster in which lived inside him. Pain was nothing but an emotionless meaning. Punching the side of his wall blood began to drip down from his bruised knuckles onto the creaky, wooden floor.

That shattered window, which was the only view he owned. Was this what his life was meant to be like? A radio from the 1900's was his only communication to the world, a brand new phone that was unnecessary to even have, and just one shattered window to which lead him to a broken view that represented his broken knowledge of an abnormal identity. No help. No hope. No life.

"Why must you still treat him this way?!" shouts his mom from the living room downstairs. "He's old enough to take care of himself!"

"We don't know what will happen to him if he goes out there alone!" responded his dad slamming his hand against the counter.

Jihoon listens to his father's words and stomps his way down the shrieking steps. "Oh so I'm not ready huh?! I don't know what else you expect of me, but I think that you've taken it too far dad! You're rarely ever here anyways so how the fuck would you know if I'm ready or not?"

"That's enough!" His mom yelled.

"No! It's not enough because I don't even know if I'm ready myself! I've never been anywhere but the woods. I've only ever seen an actual normal human being. I'm sick of living like this! Like a fucking prisoner! I don't want to be like this!!" Jihoon runs out of the house and into the woods going as far away as he can.

The sound of sticks snapping in half with the leaves passing by on his feet. Jihoon hated the life that he was living in. He climbs high onto a curved oak tree. His strong sense of scent smelled a female deer drinking water from afar. Little growls come from the tip of his mouth taking out the sharp pointed fangs out of chapped lips.

Bark from the tree fell down as he crept closer to the deer. Jihoon took a deep breath controlling the poster hidden inside of him trying to come out. "I can't do this anymore." His thoughts speaking too loud from his head.

"AHHHHH" screaming at the top of his lungs taking out all the anger that broke inside of him. The deer runs from him as he jumps off the tree and dropping to his knees. Tears fall down his cheeks as he whimpers from the unwanted identity that he has always lived with. "Why am I like this? Why me?"  He sobs from all the sorrow.

Sounds coming from the trees of truck horns. Jihoon slowly looks up spotting car lights passing by each other. He stands up from the wet leaves on the ground following the sound of the road. Thoughts are blacked out of his mind. His body is controlling him as his eyes wonder on their own.

Coming out of the trees Jihoon keeps walking forward without thinking. Tires screeching trying to go around him. His feet drag along the rugged tar.

"Hey where's Jihoon?" His mother asks his father as the finally finished their fight. "JIHOON!!" She yells out from upstairs. "Where is he?"

His father runs out the door as his mother follows. "He could be anywhere by now!"

She gasps. "The road." She uses her super speed looking in every direction. "Where is he? JIHOON!" She glimpses at the lights of the cars. "I see something."

Jihoon stays there standing in the middle of the street slowly turning around from the sound of his mother's voice. "Mom?"

His mother's eyes widen and she grabs Jihoon and falls to the side of road and onto the grass. "Jihoon what were you thinking?!"

He looked at her blankly. "It's better for me to die than live this way. Mom, I don't want to be like this. Why are we like this?"

She started to tear up. "Don't think like that. You're special."

"How do you call this special?! We are nothing but fucking monsters!!"

His father looks down at them. "Come on we have to go back now." He picks them up by the hand and they all walk back. "It's not like it's your fault Jihoon. It's who we are."

"How are you guys so okay this all of this? We're not even normal people. We live so differently from everyone. Don't you guys want to be like everyone else?" Jihoon cried.

His mother looked at him. "It wasn't our choice to make Hoonie. This is who we are."

His father looked the opposite direction not wanting to pay any attention to their conversation. He knew something that was better off being kept from his family than said out loud, but what was secretive about it?

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New story after how many years?
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. I know there's not much dialouge in it but I just thought that it'll be good to have a good introduction.

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