4 days later
Taehyung was startled awake by a loud crashing sound from outside of his door. He quickly jumped out of bed, tripping over a figurine on his way to the door.
He snatched open the door, revealing his mother crouching over a tray of discarded toast and a broken glass of orange juice. He slightly panicked, bending down to assist his mother.
He didn't have enough time to notice her hand holding a large shard of glass, arm flying towards his neck. It slashed his shoulder instead, causing him to fall back and release a loud scream.
She cut him again, this time aiming for his leg and slitting his right calf open.
He struggled to stand up, holding his gaping wound in pain and dragging his bum leg towards the stairs. She had a dead expression on her face, somehow making her seem scarier than if she were glaring at him.
Instead of darting down the stairs, Taehyung stopped and turned around to face his mother. He dodged another swipe of her hand, tackling her to the ground. She dropped the glass shard, her hand coated with warm blood.
She screamed, punching and kicking at Taehyung who punched and kicked back. They had never had a fight where Taehyung returned hits, but terror washed over him like ocean waves and he was too stricken with fear to just sit there.
He thought he was going to die.
They rolled around in glass and orange juice, Taehyung's back being stabbed numerous times. His mother wrapped her bloody hands around his throat, squeezing with as much force as she could muster.
Taehyung let out a strangled sob, arm flailing to reach another piece of glass. He picked one up, slicing the center of his hand open in the process.
slice.
Taehyung's mother clawed at her open throat, blood spilling out and coating her blouse. She crashed to the floor, a pool of red surrounding her.
Taehyung sat beside her, hysteria becoming him as he sat and watched his mother choke and bleed out. He completely froze, his sobs coming to a pause.
He was dissociating. He couldn't feel his body or his mind, and no thoughts were forming any longer. He sat beside his mother for hours before snapping back to reality and letting out a gut-wrenching scream.
"Mommy? Mommy! What happened to you? Oh my god!" He began to let out more and more screams, frantically grabbing his mothers body and holding her close to him. He loudly wailed, tears staining his cheeks.
He toppled over into his mother's blood, trembling with heightened anxiety. He began to rock back and forth, pulling at his hair and biting his lips til they bled.
There was blood everywhere; Taehyung couldn't even digest the sight in front of him properly. Everything seemed to waver back and forth as if the world had began to spin quicker.
Suddenly, thoughts of Jeongguk filled his mind. He stopped crying and he let go of his iron grip on his hair.
He heaved out a breath, wiping his bloody face and stumbling up. He dragged his tank downstairs, walking outside and sitting on his front steps. He sighed loudly, staring up at the purplish-red sky.
He lifted his cut hand up, pretending to catch clouds with it. He smiled for a second, but it almost instantaneously faltered into a blank expression.
Taehyung had passed out on his front porch, blood still spilling out of his wounds. His mother was dead upstairs, and his mind had become a warzone of white noise. All he could hear and see in his dreams was static.
ksssshhhhhhh.
kkssshhhhhhhhhh.
kkkkkksssshhhhhhhhhhhh.
"Taehyung? Oh my god, Taehyung?
Please wake up."
