Glaucoma | Taekook English Version

Chapter 1: "Run this town."

[Loic Nottet- Doctor]

Hello.

How are you?

From Raven's mouth:

Welcome to my new setup.

First of all, the warnings;

This is fic + 16.  Please, I'm under 16 but don't be impressed.  If you are older than 16 and do not like slang, if angst events affect you and this aspect of violence bothers you, you should not read either.

It has lots of slang, lots of swearing, lots of blood, lots of tragedies, lots of sexuality and negative examples.

Glaucoma is the birth story of two serial killers.  It depicts the insanity of two men, who were subjected to a horrible life from the very beginning to the very end, and their transformation into a brutal serial killer as a result.

The relationship between them is very different from the romantic relationships you are used to, they do not have much respect, the two-toothed character who speaks their words and has traumas has unusual relationships.

The first episodes may disturb you, I'm warning now.

Have a good read.

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"I understand your request, Taehyung but I can't understand why he was so quick to get your diploma."

In the counselor's office with my legs crossed and my arms tied to my chest, I took a deep breath while examining a ton of meaningless rubbish around, the diploma and the awards won by the sports fools at school.

"As I said, Seonsaeng-nim. Because my grandmother is sick, I will not be able to attend the graduation ball and the cap ceremony, on the other hand, I will not be able to attend school. It's only a week before it closes. It shouldn't be a problem."

I was lying.  And a big giant white lie.  My grandmother was like a pig.  Though he was sick, he would even say a ton of nonsense about how I looked and dressed in his dying breath, but after all, he was healthier than me.

I was telling this lie because I was already done with this fucking school, or any school.  I don't want to stay here for even one more minute anymore.  From its students to its teachers, this place was marble on the walls.  I hated it.  I spent the worst five years of my life here.  I hated not only the school, but the town I lived in.  I hated my family, relatives, people around me, neighbors, and even shopkeepers.  If this town suddenly exploded in a mysterious fire, I would stand in front of the flames and dance Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

When the man stared at me through his glasses, his brief examination turned my eyes, and my tongue strolled through my cheek, fixing my gaze on the shitty big head toy in front of his desk.  Whenever I walked into this room, I would flip that toy and get on Mr. Park's nerves as the balloon head swung back and forth.  Actually, I was not tolerable, but I think the people around me were much more unbearable than me.

Some things had to be expected to be of age, which was true of your identity age.  Well, even though I ran away from home before, I didn't think motherhood would care much about it, but considering that she is someone who takes pleasure in making my life an unbearable torture, she would get the cops involved just to annoy me, and when they caught me, she would pull a clean stick.

On the other hand, motherhood didn't care about my identity because she didn't care about anything.  I was two years younger than the neighborhood said.  So actually I was twenty-one, not nineteen, and high school hell was ending.