Deadly Alive

2.

Taehyung

"FUCKING-"

Is all I hear then a loud thud at my slippers. I look down to see a horrid sight; Jungkook beaten to a bloody pulp.

"Are-are you o-okay?" I ask terrified towards the boy on the ground.

He looks up and it looks like his world has crashed.

Jungkook

"Are-are you o-okay?" I hear a quiet voice squeak out.

I look up from the pink cat slippers to see Taehyung.

He knows now, and he's gonna use it to his advantage probably. He looks scared? Who wouldn't be at a boy bloodied up and beat.

It took a minute but I lowly reply, "Yeah."

Devastated I get up and go back inside slowly. Falling several times, but he catches my body. On my way he says wait, but I slam the door in his face mid saying; wincing as my arm is purple, blue, and cut.

My hellhole of a mother is gonna be back soon, and I need to fix the rubbage and mess left.

I grab bleach from the broken down kitchen from earlier's session of my mother.

I hear him knocking on the front door, except I ignore his pleas against it.

I break down sobbing as I hear him giving up saying,
"Please be okay."

Taehyung

He limps up and falls.

I catch him several times.

Yet when it's alright,

Without realizing he slams the door as I plead for him to wait for a bit of time.

I'm scared as I wonder if he's okay in there. I knock on the blue door in an attempt over and over.

"Open the door."
Knock knock
"Please open I need to talk."
Knock knock
"Your cuts need medicine."
Knock knock
"They'll get infected..."

I give up to the stubborn boy, as I mumble sadly,

"Please be okay."

I slowly stagger back to my home next door. Feeling like rubbish in the garbage can by the street; my pajamas stained with blood from helping him up.

I walk through the front door to see my father standing there with his arms in a crossed position.

"Taehyung."

"Yes sir?"

"Why did you go- your clothes."

Jungkook

I pour the nose wrenching bleach on the carpet, attempting to get stain of blood out; and let in sink in. I get a garbage bag, and proceeded to pick up all the glass and broken furniture.

I set the bags at the front door to take out later when mother is in deep sleep. The only time of the day it may seem splendid in this empty house.

I see people be free.

I hear people be free.

I hope that I can be free

I wish I can be free like them.

Yet, it feels I will always be stuck in this dejected hell.

Taehyung

My face goes pale, as I now seem to recall the blood on my striped blue pajamas from helping the boy next door.

"What happened to your clothes?"

My dad asked, though it sounded not like a question.

"I-i left to help the boy next door. After he-he fell on a broken p-pot Sir."

My excuse was awful, but seemed to be convincing for my sake. His reply reminded me of why I was worried sick.

"Is he alright, not needing a doctor right?"

"He's okay...only a bit chopped up by glass."

With a relieved sigh, he told me to sleep after cleaning the mess left behind.

The mess from Jeon Jungkook.

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This was supposed to be done along time ago but then I forgot; then I would remember but still not do it. I have no excuse, lol so I'ma do alot today if I can.

February 26 2019