Myungsoo

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Myungsoo slouches down in his chair at the back of the classroom; his bitterness filling the room and poisoning those around him. No one dares look his way. Tattoos cover his soft skin, masking the once precious canvas with a violent, toxic design used to repel those around him. He can't remember the last time he had a conversation with someone which he enjoyed. He just sits alone; the only company he has are his thoughts. Why does he live? What's his purpose? These are the questions he asks himself every second of the day. He just longs for a friend... someone to restore his sanity.

Today started any normal way. A toxic household.. Myungsoo was used to this. It's all he's ever know. Dirty dishes from a week ago, old takeaway boxes, and binbags piled a meter high by the back door. He missed the bus, so had to walk for 5 miles through the pouring rain and mud filled fields. His house was in the middle of nowhere..  too many miles away from any civilisation. He only has one person to motivate him.. his mother.. Her memories are with him constantly; her memory being his only motivation to get out of bed each day.

His chair calls his name every day; with his name engraved on the backrest. One of the only things he has to his name.. The sound of the bell drills through his head, and the slouching period of the day commences. In go his headphones, resting on his marked ears, caressing them like his mother caressed him. They're the most important possession to him. He plays his mother's playlist 'Mother Angel' and his eyes become weak very quickly. He didn't sleep the night before; his so called 'parents' were arguing all night.. again. Myungsoo hasn't slept well for 3 weeks.

Now may be his chance. 'RIGHT!' The sound of the teacher's roars echo through the classroom, disturbing Myungsoo's time with his mother through music. A tear trickles down his eye; this isn't like him at all. He brushes it away in an instant and resumes his cold stares at his victims. 'We have a new student joining us today! Come in!' He enters the room with a nervous shuffle along the floor.

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