ii. Flak
Chapter ii -Flak-
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sooyoung
More Chapters; -chapter i-
He stared at his tattered reflection imprinted on the shattered blood stained mirror infront of him. His head was throbbing, his knuckles shaking as he loosened his fist and wiped his bleeding fingers on his shirt, staining the thin white material. He slumped against the wall as his quivering legs gave way. "Why do I do this to myself?" he whispered, burying his face in his knees.
He refused to cry. Simply because he had done that too many times already, and this time it really wasn't worth the tears. She had promised him, wrapped him around her little finger, made her his everything, building up his hopes like a toy tower, stacking up each plastic piece one by one. And then she knocked it down for the same reason children knocked their towers down; because they were bored with it and found a new toy better to play with ;and they leave the pieces scattered on the floor refusing to pick them up because to them it was a waste of time.
He's been knocked down too many times. Too much blood had been shed. Too many tears had fallen to the ground. It was time to stop.
He could hear the endless knocks on the door, the jiggling of the door knob and his hyungs called out to him. He didn't care, didn't utter a word.
"This needs to stop."
He stoop up and unhooked the mirror from its place in the wall, gently placing it on the ground. He took the damp towel by the sink and slowly started wiping the blood from the sink, and then moving on to wipe the wall and then the tiled ground. His shirt was thrown into the sink and he started scrubbing the stains away.
His heart was now heavy with hatred. Kyuhyun's hands reached into his pocket to fish out a penknife. Twirling the object between his fingers, he quietly sang "I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true, love is just a lie, made to make you blue"
Maybe all he needed to do was disappear.
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sooyoung
More Chapters; -chapter i-
He stared at his tattered reflection imprinted on the shattered blood stained mirror infront of him. His head was throbbing, his knuckles shaking as he loosened his fist and wiped his bleeding fingers on his shirt, staining the thin white material. He slumped against the wall as his quivering legs gave way. "Why do I do this to myself?" he whispered, burying his face in his knees.
He refused to cry. Simply because he had done that too many times already, and this time it really wasn't worth the tears. She had promised him, wrapped him around her little finger, made her his everything, building up his hopes like a toy tower, stacking up each plastic piece one by one. And then she knocked it down for the same reason children knocked their towers down; because they were bored with it and found a new toy better to play with ;and they leave the pieces scattered on the floor refusing to pick them up because to them it was a waste of time.
He's been knocked down too many times. Too much blood had been shed. Too many tears had fallen to the ground. It was time to stop.
He could hear the endless knocks on the door, the jiggling of the door knob and his hyungs called out to him. He didn't care, didn't utter a word.
"This needs to stop."
He stoop up and unhooked the mirror from its place in the wall, gently placing it on the ground. He took the damp towel by the sink and slowly started wiping the blood from the sink, and then moving on to wipe the wall and then the tiled ground. His shirt was thrown into the sink and he started scrubbing the stains away.
His heart was now heavy with hatred. Kyuhyun's hands reached into his pocket to fish out a penknife. Twirling the object between his fingers, he quietly sang "I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true, love is just a lie, made to make you blue"
Maybe all he needed to do was disappear.