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Stigma

I looked at my phone in no surprise,
'Of course I'm next. I mean no shit I admitted that I know them.'
I listened to the voice message once again,

"Well since you both know each other how about we do Just_-you know what I'm just gonna use names. Taehyung your mission is next and Namjoon you have to come."

It's now time for me to go to the park, again. I can bearly remember what happened when I was there except for the pain that I received and then I got knocked out . I grabbed everything I thought i needed as I left to go to the same park again.

I walked up to Namjoon who was there waiting. I was about to text Namjoon but a nice smelling gas filled my nose and fell unconscious.

- - -
Looking around all I see,
Is the mist and the air beating on me.
The air I breathe ,inside of me
Beating itself out.
A painting, a cage, in front of me
So common, so nice
So familiar.

- - -

I wake up in a haze again just like the last time.This time I'm on the street, in an alleyway, and a spray can laid in my hands as the walls were painted with what I have seen; a woman holding her child giving him the motherly love he deserves.

I look around only to hear a pair of sirens so loud it pierced the silent night. Some cops got out of the car and ran towards me: instinctively I start running dropping the can in the process. I look behind to ,no ones surprise, picking up the can of spray paint while two other policemen run after me.

I run and run but as much as I tried I couldn't.

I heard a voice in my ears,
"So a little troublesome boy we have ourselves here. One who steals, who murders, who is sin. So how about we go to your first murder? 'What do you two think'"
I heard another voice say that last sentence along with the mysterious voice.

I opened my eyes only to be met with a blood curdling scream,
'Sis? Is that her?' I thought to myself as I ran in to a room.

My da- no I refuse to call him that. The man who has gotten my mother pregnant ,and then was the reason she was dead, was there about to do the same this my sister.

"You were a grave mistake and now you will become the mistake in the grave!" That horrid man yelled.

"Don't kill him that's your challenge. Fail it and you have to stay in a cell for the rest of the game."
I ignored the mysterious voice, for once in my life I don't wanna die but She needs help.

"Please it's not my fault... SHE DIED CAUSE OF YOU, ASSHOLE!" She screamed as she got punched in the face, her nose now broken.

I couldn't take anymore of this shit. Near me was a beer bottle, 'Dead Drunk Dickhead is what he will become'. I grabbed the glass bottle smashing it on the floor so it was in half. An edge so sharp that it could cut you by just looking at it.

A loud horrific scream was heard as a body dropped to the floor.

He's dead and I'm covered in blood in front of my sister who now was crying.

"Taehyung we are criminals now! We have no source of income! What are we going to do! TELL ME SOMEONE PLEASE.....please" She screamed in agony.

I looked at her, got dressed and ran away from home holding the two halfs of the glass bottle.I cleaned the bottles and throw them away.

No one knows.
I felt weird and collapsed onto a building.

"What if someone did know and told the police?" A mysterious voice said as I woke up once again with a policeman in front of me,
"What's your name?"
"Kim Taehyung. I'm sorry"
"Sorry won't cut it. You will have to stay our cells while we contact your family."
"Can I talk to someone?"
"Yes, here ,the phone."

I picked up the phone and typed in Namjoon's number. The phone rang and rang and rang never being answered. Another policeman came and put handcuffs on my hands.

'Well shit.' I thought as I got transported to a cell