The Boy With Bloody Hands ↬ ChanBaek

7

"Reason"

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❗️TW ❗️
BLOOD, ABUSE,
SHARP OBJECTS, MURDER, GUNS, SOME SMUT

Please do not read if sensitive to anything stated above.

PLEASE USE THE VIDEO ABOVE TO HELP YOURSELF CALM DOWN IF YOU NEED TO!

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Baekhyun woke up but what he saw wasn't his room, actually he couldn't see nothing but darkness.

Baekhyun looked around, "w-where am I?" He covered his mouth with his hands, "why is my voice so high?"

He looked at his body, "n-no!" The small boy cried. He was in his younger body from when he was 9. His small, frail body covered in blood and bruises and all he had on was a large, collared shirt. Baekhyun tried to move but his arm was chained to the cement walls of a basement. He began to cry but of course no one would hear him.

"Why are you being so loud?"

Baekhyun looked up towards the stairs. In front of him was a tall man with a chain across over his face, a face that he'll always remember.

"I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" he said, "I thought we made that clear the day you got here."

Baekhyun sniffled and closed his mouth to make sure no noise came out yet tears still slipped from his eyes. The man came down the stairs with a kitchen knife in his hands. With his mouth still shut, Baekhyun shook his head vigorously and tried to run but couldn't.

The man laughed, "you know you can't escape right? You're stuck here forever."

Baekhyun cried and screamed, "help!" Someone! Ple-"

The man stabbed the end of the sharp blade into Baekhyun's arm, "if you scream I'll hurt you again in the other arm."

Baekhyun cried in pain but kept silent. The man took the knife out of Baekhyun's arm and stood up. He grabbed a cloth from his back pocket and cleaned the knife and held the cloth in front of the little boy's face.

"See this? It's your blood," the man said. Baekhyun squirmed in pain as his held his left arm. The man threw a roll of bandages at the boy, "clean yourself up and do it good. We have to go somewhere tomorrow."

Baekhyun flinched as the man shut the basement door leaving him alone. Fortunately the man left the light on for Baekhyun. He slowly reached for the bandages and wrapped it around the upper part of his left arm. Baekhyun sighed in relief as the man didn't stab him as deep as he thought he would. He wiped his tears away with the dirty, button up shirt and fell asleep on the cold, hard floor.

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Baekhyun immediately rose up grasping for air. He looked around him, he was in his apartment complex. Baekhyun sighed of relief. The now black haired boy got out of his bed and headed towards the bathroom doing the same routine as yesterday. He looked himself in the mirror.

Why am I having dreams about that? Was it because of what I did to the boy?

Baekhyun threw his fist into the counter of his bathroom sink and looked down. Tears fell down his face as whimpers were slipping out of his mouth. Baekhyun covered his now sobbing face and was on the ground. His left hand over his mouth and right hand over his stomach.