Mom screaming. Dad yelling. Mom throwing something at him; Dad throwing something back.
The thoughts flying through my head as I hide in my bedroom with my two younger siblings who are only five years old; me being only ten. Me telling them to hide in my closet while I get up to lock the door.
The sound of something shattering, breaking. Something fragile. Something that can never be fixed.
My hand being inches away from the lock when the door flies open, when I'm sent straight to the ground from the impact of my mother's body being thrown against mine. The feeling throughout my body as I realize that there's something red, something warm, dripping down my mother's head. Something red, sticky, that is now all over me. The realization that my mother is no longer moving.
The image burned into my mind from when I look up, trembling, to meet my father's gaze. Angry. Furious.
But also sad.
Confused.
Shocked.
The numbing sensation that I feel throughout my body as I realize that there are broken shards of glass strewn across the floor. The feeling when I realize that the sound of something shattering might've been from outside, but was also inside of my mind.
The moment when my trust, my happiness, my emotions, all of the feelings left inside me.
The moment when all of those things shattered into dust.
The moment when the inside of me became dark, grey, sad. The moment when I stopped seeing beauty and color when I looked outside at flowers or blossoming cherry trees.
The moment when my world, and my mind, became monotone.
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monotone | taehyung ff
FanfictionYou're Hyesun Park, and you just moved to Korea to live by yourself in a nice, cozy apartment in the heart of Seoul. You lived in the States, but you hated it there. You were reminded of all those horrible memories that you didn't want to bring back...
