A BOY TO DIE FOR | MARKŸUCK

A BOY TO DIE FOR | 21

Eyes blue like the Atlantic ...
And I'm going down like the Titanic🎶

"Ever since I can remember it was always my *brother and I against the big, bad world. And ever since I can remember, the world was bad because of our *father"
-perfect sister

Mark stood there in his room for  a few seconds just staring at the floor, how could everything fall out of his hands so quickly?

He walked down the stairs as he grabbed his jacket, he needed to find Haechan...

"Mark, what the hell is going on?" Said Taeyong getting closer to the brother.

"Where's Haechan?!"

"I dunno" Said Taeyong raising an eyebrow "he grabbed his jacket and left, he was crying...I shouldn't be surprised that you fucked up...again."

"Fûck you." Said Mark grinning his teeth as he walked to the door.

Taeyong was fast enough to grab his brothers arm and stop him from taking another step.

"I know you're not leaving here with dad...you know how he gets when he's drunk..."

"Oh really? You seemed to be having such a good time with him. It seems like you two formed a fûcking coalition against me. So use this time to bond together" he said pushing away his brother's hand, but again before he knew it his brother had grabbed him.

"You're talking bullshit as usual. We were always a fucking team. You and me. It was us against him. "

"We are not a fucking team. You were never there."

"Oh I was never there?! I was never fucking there?!" He said slamming his fist on his thigh "I was always there, since you were a fucking baby, I always defended you when he talked to you like if you were shit. I always defended you when he would get violent with you. What do you think?! Did I didn't experience what you did?" He said grinning his teeth "you think dad was only a bastard to you?! We have 4 years of difference, Mark. You were born 4 years after me. Who was there to defend me for all those 4 years?! I'll tell you! Nobody. Nobody was there for me." His grip around Mark's arm became tighter " so tell me why the fuck are you acting this way with me all the time? Like if your misfortunes are my fault."

"F-Fuck you." Said Mark starting to feel sick and dizzy because of the brothers painful words.

"Every thing that's been happening to you has been happening for a reason,Mark. And maybe the reason is that your a piece of shit." And like that he let him go.

Mark walked out of the house slamming the door as he heard the loud voice of his father in the house screaming as usual.

He walked as much as he could before stopping holding on to a pole in the street to remain in balance and he threw up. He threw up everything.

The truth is that Mark knew. He knew he was a bad person. He needed to stop trying to find excuses for himself . It didn't  have anything to do with his childhood,nor  with his family relationships or social skills. He was just a shitty person.

And he tried so hard to do better, but he was probably just going to remain the same...

He tried so fucking hard. People would say he didn't try. They would say he liked being the shitty person. The one everyone hates. They would say he didn't put the effort in changing but how could they fucking know?