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~earlier that day~

Yoon Bum

"WAAAHHH!!!" C/n cried flailing his/her arms around.

"Darling, can you please stop crying?" I gently asked as I stroked her/his hair to calm him/her down.

"Wh-Why won't you let me go to the park?" C/n whimpered.

"How noisy," The voice in my head complained.

"Shut up," I thought.

"B-Because darling, it's very hot outside," I reasoned.

"But I want to go!!!" She/he continued to cry throwing the pillows.

Crash!

The sound of a picture frame hitting the floor echoed throughout the room as C/n continued to throw a fit.

"So noisy," The voice said, "If only there was a way to silence him/her," The voice continued.

"I won't let you," I thought, gritting my teeth.

"Why?" The voice asked.

"Because C/n is my son/daughter and I will never do anything to hurt her," I explained.

"But silencing him/her would be so relieving,"

"You should try it, Bum," Sangwoo said sadistically.

"Stop it," I thought as I clenched my fist.

"Why? It would be so therapeutic," Sangwoo reasoned.

"Stop it,"

"Oh how lovely would her/his body look-"

"Shut up,"

"But-"

"I SAID STOP!" I said as I felt my fist collide with something.

I looked at what I hit and felt my stomach drop.

I punched C/n, knocking him/her out.

I punched my daughter/son.

I shakily stared at my hands.

"Wow, you actually punched him/her," Sangwoo chuckled.

"No... I didn't..." I shook my head and slowly backed away towards the kitchen. I grabbed the kitchen knife and ran towards my unconscious child.

"I'm so sorry my darling," I apologized as I prepared to stab myself.

"Oh no you don't," Sangwoo said.

Shik

The sound of the knife cutting through C/n's unconscious body echoed throughout the quite room.

I looked at my child in horror.

Click

Creak

The sound of the door opening echoed throughout my ears as I saw Y/n at the doorway with a look of horror etched into her beautiful face.

"H-honey...I.. I didn't mean to-"

And with that, Y/n passed out.

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