TOY ◾ WooSan Ateez ✔ [UNDER BEING REWRITTEN AND FIXED]

Fridæy

⚠VIOLENCE, CHILD ABUSE, HOMOPHOBIA⚠

3rd pov

He stood there, lost in thought.

He was admiring his knife collection. He believed it was just a normal hobby, but sadly others had a different opinion on that.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

He picked up one of his favourite knives which caused him to have flashback.

...

-he's here.

He thought to himself as he tried to find a good place to hide.

-the closet.

He quickly but quietly ran up to it and hid himself there. He didn't even notice how bad he was shaking from fear. He felt hot tears drip from his face but didn't dare to make a sound.

The door creaked as someone opened it. He already knew who it was.

-Where the fuck are you hiding you piece of shit?

Growled the drunk man through gritted teeth.
He wasn't stupid though. He knew the boy was in here so he began to search for him.

While the man was looking around, the Boy in the closet was shaking like there was no tomorrow.
Well actually who knew? Maybe he really won't have a tomorrow because the man could kill him any minute at this point.

The boy froze in place, even his heart felt like stopping for good. The man was heading towards the closet.

-I know you're in there~

Sang the mad man.

The Boy shut his eyes close as he heard the closet's door open. The man grinned and grabbed the kid by his shirt and dragged him out of there.

The boy couldn't keep it in anymore. He was crying now.

-Please father, don't hurt me!

The boy begged as he tried his best to not cry out loud.

-Shut up you son of a bitch. You disgusting faggot. I saw you with that boy today. Thought you could hide this from me?

The man spit on the poor 14 years old boy who was now unable to breathe properly because of how bad he was crying and shaking.
The man took off his belt and held it tight.
He brought it up then with a big force swung it down to hit the Boy.

The Boy bit his bottom lip as he felt the rough fabric hit his skin. He bit down even harder to stop the crying. Soon the taste of blood was present in his mouth.

The man kicked the shivering boy on the ground with all his power. This made the Boy choke out a painful cry as he tried his best to curl up and protect himself.

-P-please s-top. Forgive me father..

The Boy stuttered.
The man towered over the Boy and kicked him again.

-Forgive me!

Then kicked him again and again.

The boy was coughing up blood now.
The man looked down at the shivering boy and smiled as he saw that he was now laying in his own puddle of blood.
He was satisfied with the sight that was in front of him.

He leaned down to grab the crying boy by his hair and pulled him up. The boy groaned in agony. The man slapped him with full force. The boy winced and fell back on the floor.

-You are so pathetic. You can't even defend yourself. I hope you learned your lesson.

The man scoffed.

The Boy fell hard on the floor and fainted.

.....

When the boy finally woke up he saw it was already 1am.
He felt rage built up in him, but that gut wrecking fear never left either.

He gathered up all his strength and went to the kitchen to get something and that something was a knife.

He sneaked into the livingroom and saw his father sleeping on the couch.
The floor creaked as he walked up to the knocked out drunk man. Sadly the noise woke the man.
When he was about to sit up and yell at the Boy for disturbing him the boy stabbed the man.

The man yelled both in pain and surprise.
The boy stabbed again and again and again and he lost the number of stabs he made.
He could not see properly because of the tears.
Then it hit him.

He killed his father.

He wasn't breathing anymore.

He was dead.

He looked at his shaking hands, now covered in crimson blood. The smell was horrible. Everything was coated in it now. He has never seen so much blood in his whole life.

He panicked and stumbled into the bathroom as he found himself difficult to walk..

He began to wash the blood off of himself.
He watched as the clean water became a deep red.
He kept washing and washing his hands even after they were clean.

-I could never wash his blood off of my hands now. He's dead and it's because of me. I killed him and his blood will be on my hands forever now.

These were the thoughts running through his mind. He looked in the mirror and the sight that met him got burned into his mind forever.

The Boy slowly stumbled back into the livingroom. He felt like his legs were about to give in.

He was still sitting peacefully on the couch.

He was motionless and stayed like that forever now.

The boy tried to process what had happened.
He didn't feel anything at all.
He didn't feel guilty, sad, angry or happy but he sure felt numb and empty. No more fear.

He liked this feeling.

A small smile creeped on his face. He realised how much he liked this.
He picked up the bloody knife from the floor and studied it.
It was covered in blood. He was so hypnotised by it that he has long forgotten about the choking smell of blood.

He remembered that he couldn't leave his father's body here.

He went out in the garage and grabbed the last can of gasoline they had at home. He carefully spilled it out in each part of the house. When he was satisfied he took out a box of matches and lit the house on fire.

That day changed his life and with that he became a new person.

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