Fear | K.th [Editing]

Old Forgotten Friends [37°]

⚠️Quick Note⚠️:
there will be mention of abuse/sexual abuse. if you feel uncomfortable with that topic i advise you to either skip over the paragraphs that are labeled with [triggering content ahead] and go to the ending of it or not read this chapter at all, i in no way am i promoting such vile acts and if this is something going on in your life or someone else's life that you know, please consult with someone you feel safe around and seek help

thank you

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You stand outside on the porch of your friends house, drenched from head to toe as the rain mercilessly swoops down on anything that wasn't sheltered, you being one of the many things out during the rains wrath on humanity for all their wrong doings. Your dark bangs shielding your shaded umber eyes that used to shine and sparkle, now the vibrant light dulling out.

A purplish red bruise paints one side of your cheek and a busted lip had you holding back a wince, scratches scattered across your youthful face as you blankly stare in front of you. You decided to run away, you didn't want to feel alone and didn't want to be surrounded by someone who would abuse you either. You felt like giving up on everything at this point, because your life didn't seem like it was going to get better any time soon.

10 years old and you felt like this life wasn't meant for you.

Your body aches and your legs quiver from all the running you had done to get to this house. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your tears unnoticeable due to the rain, but you could feel them slipping down the discolored skin on your face and it seemed they fell as much as the rain had been doing; trickling down your cold and flushed cheeks as you silently cried, staring down at the welcome doormat the house provided as a greeting to upcoming strangers like yourself.

You listlessly look up once you hear the unlocking of a door and the hinges creaking as the door gets pulled open to reveal the slightly taller male you came to see. Forcing a smile through your tears, through the pain and sadness you were hiding to try and ensure the black haired male that you were fine so he wouldn't question your sudden appearance at his front porch.

Your lips slowly fall into a thin line, eyebrows slightly furrowing as you wonder why you were even trying to show happiness anymore. Both of you knew you weren't anywhere near happy, so why bother putting up an act.

"y/n," He finally says, soothing some of your muddled thoughts, stirring you back into the reality of things as you focus your gaze on him. He has slight confusion mixed in his emotion as he takes in your appearance. It was around six in the afternoon on a Summer Wednesday, his parents not home due to a business trip--with his siblings (or maybe they didn't bother bringing him along on a small vacation back to their home city to visit relatives) and raging rain screaming out its anguish down on the city of Incheon.

"You hate the rain," He utters out, keeping his softened expression on you, waiting for a response to his words. Then he realizes something, tilting his head and stepping closer to examine your face. "You're crying, why are you sad?" You open your mouth to answer his question. You try explaining why you were so sad, but nothing comes out. That was when you realized you didn't know either.

So you stay quiet, but being silent was the most powerful scream in your head, haunting you even more as it bangs against the walls you've built up for the past two years, attempting to break through your protective barriers. It's so much easier to act like none of this matters and to pretend to wear a sincere smile than to confess that your mind isn't where it's supposed to be and that it's hurting you more than it should be.

Your trembling red finger tips slide into the front pockets of your tarnished blue overalls, your dirty-white beat up converse looking new compared to your face as you hold that tongue biting smile, teeth coming into view as you sniffle, nose and cheeks flushed from the cold rain. Even your knees were scraped from when you crawled underneath the fence of your backyard in a last resort to escape the dark grimy claws that trap and torture you as it pleases every day and every night.