Song of the Heart (Khun x Bam) On Hiatus

A Rainy Night

Long weaves of brown weighed heavily on the boy's head, disheveled as he laid on the cobbled wet ground. Dirt and mud coating his poor frame along with bits of dark brown coating his hands and nails aa he struggled to pump into his burning lungs. He was tired. He was fearful. He was very much afraid.

A boom echoed out into the dark night sky, not a single dot of light twinkling. Droplets soon began to fall as red liquid subtly poured out from his mouth. He was in pain. In a lot of excruciating agony. The boy had gotten into trouble again. This time, he had the misfortune to stumble upon a drunkard who's breath obviously reeked of the foul odor that was alcohol.

Poor boy did nothing but got beaten, almost to death, time and time again. It had been like this since he was kicked out of the orphanage for being a waste of space. It's been about seven years atleast. Seven of having to run for his life, stomach gnawing itself as it grumbled in starvation.

He opened his eyes to see faint light, making its way onto the dark alleyway to where he laid upon, helpless and bruised. He said not a word, not a sound escaping his worn out mouth of having to scream.

Unsurprised by no one coming to his plight of loud yells, he was after all, just a useless speck of dirt that had the unluckiest luck to have been brought upon the world that ravaged the meek and praised the strong.

Consciousness fading in and out, if only he had not wasted his voice for there was a faint shuffling footsteps but he lost his grip and fell to darkness. He would've been saved.

He wondered how he had not died yet. Was God all that cruel to make him suffer this say until he grew old? What had he done to deserve such heavy misfortune? Or perhaps there was no God at all that cared and observed he world and creations that he proudly made. Because what creator, what ruler, what benevolent deity would stand for such unjust treatment?

One of the many-many questions that plagued his dismal mind that had no answer. Just silence. And the pitter-patter of the rain that drowned him in his sorrows. Perhaps he, as unlikely and unprobable that it would happen, would find a miracle amidst the heavy storm brewing as the cackling of thunder and the streaking of lightning lighting up the dark sky laid heavy on his ears.

A helping hand from above or an angel that pitied him. But there was no heaven nor were there any deities that would help, simply none. For they were only figments of the mind.

A foolish belief one oh-so clung to. As he laid there, completely still, drenched in the wet rain and his warm blood, he waited for him to succumb to death's arms. Something he had witnessed many-many times.

Life seemed to be so fond of giving him the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted to rest so badly yet fate is cruel. A passerby who had coincidentally faced his direction in the darkness of his alleyway.  She approached, footsteps light as a feather as it kissed the puddled muddy ground. Her golden locks caressing her dotted face only to sway it back with a free hand. Her other, carrying the umbrella othat protected her from the icy watery drops that landed heavily. She crouched down, umbrella big enough to cover both her and the body that laid still.

She marveled at the sight of someone lying on the ground. It was her first time ever doing so. Taking sight of the long silky hair, she thought it was a girl but then noticing his clothes and the lack of a chest made her think otherwise. The boy's eye cracked open, lids heavy making him want to close it back but the unknown presence bothered him.

A hand reached out to which he instinctively flinched upon. The stranger, noticing calmed the boy with a gentle 'shh', explaining to him that she has come to help. Trying to crane his neck to meet the gaze of his unknown savior, it was all a blur, with his drowsy eyes and the rain pouring, he couldn't see quite clearly until everything went black. Consciousness gone.