It all started when a student named Son Donju, died.
The RBW high began to be taken down and the people who were involved in Dongju's death was tortured with pain, darkness and fear.
Who's the main person to blame? or should I say, people?
Is there...
His bullies picked up on him again and gave him a lot of cuts, bruises and of course, pain. It was almost always like this every weekdays when he'd go to school where he was supposed to learn and enjoy.
But this 'school' where he entered seemed to be more like hell.
What's even more worse was that, no one helped him. No one. Everyone just watched him yelp, scream and cry for help. They even laughed at him for being weak and how he looked so pathetic. Why... what did he ever do wrong?
Kim Gunhak, one of his bullies approached him, crouching down to his height and smirked at him. "Hey, kid." he called for Dongju who's now sitting on the dirty ground, whimpering silently at the stinging pain of his cuts.
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"Next time, listen to what we tell you, alright? You wouldn't want to get hurt any further, would you?" he asked him and when he didn't get any answers from him, he grabbed his lower jaws using his right hand.
"I asked you a fucking question, you idiot." he gritted his teeth. His fellow bullies behind him chuckled and mumbled some inappropriate words about Dongju.
"Y-yes..." Dongju weakly responded then Gunhak let go of him, getting up.
"I thought you were a mime. Now, get this done," he threw him a notebook. "Finish my assignments and give it back tomorrow morning. If you won't finish it on time, you know the consequences." he finished then left with his friends.
Dongju then was left there alone, crying. With trembling hands, he reached the notebook and picked it up, placing it inside his bag that was almost torn out because his classmates also made fun of it.
He wiped his tears, using the back of his hands and got up from where he was sitting, brushing off the dirt on his clothes. All he had to do now is to go home, get cleaned up and finish the work that Gunhak gave him.
Even if he didn't want to do it, he had no choice since he didn't want to get hurt again. Why wouldn't he just tell his parents or anyone about this? It's because no one cares about what happens to him.
He doesn't know why people treats him like this. He doesn't know what he ever did wrong but all he knows was that, no one's ever going to help him, no one's going to take care of him but himself only.
He left the dark alley where he was made fun of and headed to the bus station to wait for a ride home.
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Once Dongju got home, he was immediately greeted by the loud music being played by the speakers and some noises made by the people inside there. Looks like his brother threw up a party again.
"Oh, your brother's home." someone said and when he looked at them, it was Cya— one of his twin brother's friends.
Dongmyeong only glanced at him with a blank expression. "Don't mind him. Come on, guys. Let's continue the game." he said and never looked at Dongju again.
Dongju sadly looked down at his feet, holding the straps of his bag that was on his shoulders and silently walked to his room. Even about his brother, he doesn't know what happened to him, why he suddenly changed and became a different person that he doesn't know anymore.
He had changed so much.
He used to be his caring and loving big brother. But that was before. He entered his room and closed the door behind him, he placed his bag beside his desk before he went to his own bathroom.
He carefully undressed himself, the blood from his cuts dried up making his clothes stick to his skin which might hurt a lot when you try to take them off. He winced everytime he'd feel the stinging pain of his cuts again and when he was got getting his clothes off, he stepped on the shower.
The running water washed the dirt and blood from his skin. He kept looking down at the water, mixed with his own blood until he started to cry again. His light cries turned into loud sobs. He sat down, the water kept on raining down on him.
Still, this is all no use. No matter how hard he cries, no one will hear him. If ever there were, they won't even care. After he got done cleaning himself, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself up with a white towel.
Some of his cuts haven't stopped bleeding yet so the towel got stained by his blood. He just sighed and continued what he was doing and looked up, only to look at his blurred reflection at the fogged mirror.
He reached his hand on it, wiping the fog off and took a clearer look at himself. He wiped the fogs off completely and looked at the scars, bruises and cuts on his body. Old ones and new ones. Nothing has changed.
He looked so weak, so pathetic and worthless. He weakly smiled to himself. "Don't worry, Dongju-ah..." he talked to himself. "This ... all of this sufferings will end very soon..."
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