After a lot of hours of cleaning, Seonghwa dropped exhausted on the couch. He didn't care that he was sweaty, he just wanted to sit.
At least the house was spotless. And he managed to take his thoughts away, not over thinking about his situation. So despite the physical pain, his heart was at ease those hours.
He looked outside the window and saw that it was already dark outside. Already? How many hours had he spent? He checked his watch and saw that it was around eight. Great.
He lifted himself of the couch and went to his room to take a shower. He opened the door to the room, and went straight to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and put them in the laundry basket, and tried to set the water on a warm temperature. Once he was satisfied, he went inside and let the warm water take away all the sweat and worries. Showers really did relax him. It was the only time that he felt safe, away from his problems.
He took quite some time and finishing he took a robe he had already set aside, and put it on. Exiting, he went to search for his pyjamas which of course were in the wardrobe. It wasn't anything fancy just a black t-shirt and black pants. He put his underwear on and went outside to dress.
But not before he passed a mirror. A full length mirror stood there, beside the wardrobe. Seonghwa, as much as fought, looked himself there. It was like his reflection was mocking him. He was staring back at himself and he hated what he saw. His body was littered with all types of scars, making him more ugly than he already was. He looked at his fat cheeks, or fat stomach and thighs, he just hated it. Though he was like a walking skeleton, he still felt grossed with himself.
The woman was responsible for his condition. He made him hate himself so much, putting him under so much pressure to match her 'standards'. He was put in a strict diet, barely eating anything, or even nothing in some days. It depended on her mood.
He took a step closer and watched his face up close. His dull brown eyes, his dull black hair, his dull face, he was horrible. He hated what he saw. But he didn't know what to do.
With a quick and sudden move, he brought his first and crashed it on the mirror, cracking the glass underneath.
He screamed but not from the pain, he didn't care. He deserved it. Blood was flowing from the wound, stinging. He just blankly stared at the blood that was oozing, falling on the floor.
He took the robe that he used and put it over his wound, going to the bathroom to take care of it. He searched for his small first aid kit, and took it out. He found a small pair of twizers to help get the shards of glass out of his hand. Seeing that he was used to take glass off his body, he had become quite skilled at that. So it took him a little while, and he made sure that he got all of the pieces. After that he put his hand under running water to clean it, and then put the disinfectant on his wound. He wrapped it with gauze, making sure that it was OK, before he exited the room.
He wore the rest of his clothes, and went downstairs to check for one last time. He made sure that every door and window was closed, drawing of course the curtains. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab something. He saw the food that was in there, probably to last him for a week. But Seonghwa knew, that this food, either it would be consumed on the span of one month, or it would rotten and eventually disposed. He felt sad because the old lady had bought it to him, as a welcome gift. But it had to be done. So he extended his non hurt hand and grabbed a bottle of water, and closing the lights, he made his way upstairs.
