Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

15 | Saying it out Loud

"Where were you? You pathetic human, you know the consequence for staying out but ignoring is a whole new troublsome problem!"

He felt his phone buzzing as carefully clicked it.

Jisung?" He heard his name. It was filled with worry, but he never answered, scared to say something.

"Are you okay?"

"Who are you calling shit! You have no one! No one will believe you mute!"

Jisung tried hiding his phone, but was evidently too late, he was swipped out of his hands as he was dragged out of his bedroom.

"St- I-"

"You ungreatful child! You don't deserve to be alive!"

Jisung choked back his tears, cowering near his bedroom door. He was so close yet so far.

"Who were you calling!" His father had a dead look in his eyes. It was glazed and he knew he was either overly intoxicated or on some type of opiod.

"I- I-" Jisung froze in terror as his shirt was pulled on and then it was just as fast he was shoved down the stairs. His last breath before he felt his ribs crack as he barrelled down the 14 steps of the old staircase. Gasping for air, holding in the pain he was enduing. His head throbbed, as he held his stomach. The tears finally falling. Everything was spinning, he couldn't gain enough traction to sit or stand.

When did it get like this? He doesn't remember other than he was just a mere child.

"You are nothing but a mute, ungreatful, and weak." The woman he once called mother screamed. She was drunk as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, his father drunkenly stomping down the rickety stairwell. Jisung held his tears as he coughed drastically still trying to breathe, to get a steady rhythm which seemed difficult at the time...

He was kicked to his back as a foot was planted on his chest heavily pushing on the already winded Jisung. He prayed he could get his fathers weight off him. He squirmed around even punching his fathers leg, trying anything, with any strength he had left. He rolled out from under his fathers glare. Stumbling to stand. He saw the cold stares of his parents.

What was parents?

What is warmth?

What was love?

"I hate you!"

Was all Jisung could get out. The first time he has ever yelled out such cruel banishing words. He hated the word hate. He actually didn't believe in it. But the more this occured the more he began to loathe it. His vision blurred as he didn't even have time to get his shoes. He ran for the door.

He finally said it, and he had no regrets.

☆ミ　☆彡

Stiff...

Sore...

Blinded... Jisung slowly opened his eyes seeing he was in the embrace of warm blankets and swarmed by the smell of Minhos cologne. He smiled to himself, he hasn't gotten this much sleep in years even if he had just been woken up by a nightmare. He didn't have to worry about his door being broken down, or worry about the screaming and yelling that would be inflicted. He felt safe for the very first time. He rolled over to look at his phone and saw the date. He held a breath realizing one thing, shooting up in a panic.