Ash heart

6. The unleashed evil

Others were cautious with me. They didn't know me well yet, but they considered me one of them. I was grateful. Thankful I was no longer alone and I felt loved. However, my father's words did not disappear. They hung in my mind, digging their way into my subconscious mind. I am the beast. I'm dangerous.

We sat quietly again. My cheek hurt, but I did not let it interfere. I wanted to forget it.

"I should go ... father doesn't like if I'm late." I finally said.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Wonho asked.

I nodded. "See you later."

I left. I was alone again. I knew what was coming. Father was really angry. He wanted to unload it on me. He always did it. I couldn't escape it.I stepped in. Father stood in the kitchen, his arms crossed.

"What have I said? Don't you understand the words?" He asked.

"I do."

"Why don't you obey me then?"

"I..."

"You are so pathetic." He huffed. "Come here."

I walked to him and he hit. Not once, but twice, thrice... more than ten at least. My face hurt. Father looked proudly at his actions. He nodded and I stepped aside.

"Hopefully you learned something today." He said before going out of the front door, probably to smoke.

I didn't feel my face. It hurt. Everything hurt. I felt my eye swelling. I have a wound on my lips, bruises on the cheeks. He wanted me to die.

I went to my room and I started to cry, leaning on the door. I was sore, so sore. I was wondering, what have I done to deserve this. Why am I treated like this?I sobbed in a dark room. Tears flowed down like a waterfall. A dark waterfall where people go to drown themselves. I also wanted to drown, but the waterfall's owner can't do it. The water prevents me from drowning, and I don't know why.

I was a glass ball, fragile, fearful. If someone touches me, the ball breaks. The ball has broken in many places already, I don't know how to fix it.

Silence crept into the room and my weeping died. It was just dark and quiet. My body no longer felt anything. Feel, I didn't want it now anyways. It doesn't do anything if everything you feel is negative. It's useless because it makes me feel bad.

Sure, people want to feel, it is important to them. But if you are in my boots, the world is gloomy and ruthless. Everything changed from colorful to gray. My mind was gray, my body was gray, but my heart was not. My heart was black.