Life?
~Back story~
Life is meant to be enjoyable, it is meant to mean so much, Your friends your family there to support you through thick and thin. But sadly this 'enjoyable' thing called life was not what it was meant to be for a boy named Han Jisung. Parents. They are meant to support you,feed you and love you. Han Jisungs Parents are the main reason for his suffering, his depression all of his problems. He was an accident, in his parents eyes. His Mother was an alcoholic, His Dad Abused drugs and gambled, such an amazing pair.
Jisung suffered Abuse from the pair of them. His Dad more on the psychical side, his mother on the mental side. Jisung Did not ask his parents for anything. He lived his life in his bedroom, locked away from his parents horrid games.
He use to go to school, He had such amazing friends they went by the name of Felix,Jeongin and Seungmin. He didn't mind the abuse he was receiving at home because his friends took his mind of the pain. But yet his parents took him out of school at the age of 13. Jisung is now 17, Depressed and hurt. A life time of hurt just waiting to explode.
~ Tuesday 7pm~
~Trigger warning abuse ahead~
It was a winter night, Rain pouring down Jisungs window, and all he did was watch the raindrops race each other to block out yet another argument his parents were having. Until he heard the footsteps of his father, His heart sinking at every step his father took closer to his room, until he heard his father stop outside his door. "Oi Fag" His fathers harsh words cut deep into Jisungs heart but he was use to it. He dragged his already weak bruised,cut body towards the door, He then proceeded to open his door to face his fathers rage. "This is your fault" The words carved into Jisungs mind ever since he was young. All his parents problems was his fault. There was not even time for Jisung to Blink before he felt a fist into his stomach.
Coughing up blood Jisung held his stomach "Dad please" He begged but that only caused the fire in his dads eyes to grow. Pushed to the floor, Jisung laid helpless taking the punishment he thought he deserved. This was normal for Jisung But this time his father took it a step to far, Grabbing the only thing Jisung could remember his group of friends, A picture that lays on his desk, Thrown at Jisung, Luckily only catching his legs but the shards of glass smash, cutting deep into his leg. "That's what you get" His father spat giving Jisung once last kick before walking away downstairs to smoke yet another cigarette.
Hours passed and Jisung still laid on the floor unable to get up, staring at the picture buried underneath the broken glass."I really cant cope" Jisung mumbled sobbing into the sleeve of his hoodie. Taking once last glance at the picture Jisung slowly grabbed the desk, to support his weight while he tried to get up. "I-i-i need to get out of here"Jisung said trying to gain balance on his feet.
~11PM~
Jisung sat on his bed. "i'm going to do it" He said gaining the last ounce of his confidence, he got up packed a backpack with clothes,some water and his personal things. His leg still bleeding and still hurting he began to limp to his window, picking up his teddy bear in his arms. "We can do this." He muttered before slowly opening his window. He breathed in the fresh air outside, It was so cold it stung his lungs, taking in another somewhat refreshing painful breath. Jisung stepped out of his window. Luckily a tree branch was in site, just a thew steps away. Walking carefully along the roof, Jisung threw himself at the tree hoping to grab onto its branch. Which at the last minute he tripped causing him to fall to the ground, into the bushes, which helpfully pillowed his fall, Hurting and aching Jisung brushed the leaves off and ran to his old bike, Rusted and barley ride able he jumped on his bike just as his parents came out the house to see what the noise was about. "JISUNG" His mother screamed, both his mother and father came darting towards Jisung, but Jisung was determined he would get away, he started pedalling towards the dark woods. "GET BACK HERE NOW". The calls of his parents still audible as he rode through the cold sharp air towards the unknown.
Jisung carried on riding even went he got into the woods.Not watching where he was going he fell into a ditch, crashing his bike cutting his face. He looked like a mess, His lip and nose bleeding, Hair messy and clothes dirty. After recovering from the fall Jisung then got up grabbing his backpack putting it behind his back. it was probably about 12 or 1 am by this time, The Younger walked through the muddy woods, scared and petrified, Jisung swear he heard what seemed to be screams and gunshots but he didn't care, he just wanted to get out of there or just survive the night. Jisungs leg still bleeding began to pain him even more step by step his limp became even more unbearable. Until luck was finally on his side and he saw a house not too far. It looked somewhat abandoned. Jisung Then began to drag himself into that direction not caring what was behind the doors of the house, just wanting to be somewhat safe from the winter breaths.
Finally Jisung was at the entrance of this run down house. He looked up at it and rang the door bell. Thinking that the door bell might not work he knocked twice, until he attempted to open the door, Which opened without a sound. Jisung breathed out not noticing that he held his breath. The younger proceeded to step into the house closing the door behind him. "I'm finally in" He smiled to himself and limped down the hallway. Not noticing the presences behind him. Eyes glued to him. Jisung stumbled into what he believed to be the living room to be met with warmth. Dropping His bag he fell towards the fire his leg finally giving away and causing him to crash. Jisung Yelled in pain before pulling up his sweatpants to reveal the several pierced holes into his leg. His leg drowning in the colour red, Trying to stand up The loss of blood finally hit Jisung "S-shit" Was all Jisung was able to mumble before falling backwards smacking his head onto the table,
Jisung laid on the floor Vision blurry but he saw 4 different shapes. That somewhat looked like people before someone came running to his side "H-hey stay with me" Was all Jisung heard before his eyes closed, Finally knocking out.
~Felix P.O.V~
I heard the door bell ring, our heart sank. "He cant be here yet" Seungmin questioned before motioning for me,Jeongin,Woojin and him to stand on the stairs. Just as we got to the stairs there was 2 knocks. "Shit get ready" Changbin muttered holding an arm out in front of us to stop us moving before he gave us the orders. "I'm finally in" Was all we heard. "what the fuck?"Changbin questioned before we all saw a young boy walk down the hall. "Who the fuck?" Seungmin questioned before we turned to each other and gave each other a nod to follow the boy. As we got towards the door we saw the boy fall down. Being quiet we watched his movement to see if he was a threat. But when he lifted his sweatpants up I turned away. The cuts looked deep. This boy had clearly been in a pretty bad fight, his lip was bleeding, his nose he looked completely messed up
We watched the boy try to stand back up but he fell backwards hitting his head. "S-shit" Was all we heard before we saw his eyes flicker "FUCK" i Whispered before ignoring the others orders and running straight towards the boy. "Hey Stay with me" I stuttered but i saw his eyes closed. "Woojin HELP" I screamed turning around to look Woojin dead in the eyes. He nodded and ran upstairs to grab his med kit. I took my jacket off and lifted the boy up and laid him back down, pulling my arm away i saw blood, Much more blood then there should be. I shook my head and turned him around softly lifting his hoodie up to be met with a stick impaled into his side. My face dropped.
"WE NEED TO GET HIM TO THE MED ROOM NOW"
//Word count 1509//
//Helloo People yes im here with my MINSUNG book, Ive been looking forward to writing this book for awhile now I really hope other people will enjoy it. The first chapter is very dramatic i know im very sorry <33 Please comment your thoughts it means alot ty ~Author Nim//
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