"Ha.. haha, ahaha! Stop playing tricks on me Mom and Dad! Get up! Please.. get up!" He cried, falling to his knees as he heard the constant sirens going off from the outside world, policemen and medics rushing into the scene, pulling the poor kid away from his dead parents.
"They're not dead.. they can't be..." he sobbed. Everything he once had, everyone he once knew were gone for good. His whole life started to fall apart at the seams.
It was a dream.
There's no way it couldn't be.
His parents were alive and well.
Right?
This all had to be a dream — no, a nightmare.
How? Why?
Why were his parents gruesomely murdered?
How did he not die?
Why did he not die?
Why were his parents dead and not him?
He was so lost in overthinking, he didn't hear a word the medics and officers were saying. Only a two word sentence.
"They're dead."
"No... no, no, no.. they can't be... they're- they're just playing pranks on us... they're not dead!" He yelled, being dragged out of the crime scene, away from his parents to never see his parents ever again.
How can I live knowing both my parents are dead.
How can I live knowing they were murdered in front of my two eyes?!?!
This was beyond anything out of a dream.
This was a nightmare he had to physically live through.
That day, he decided he will live in this horrid world for one and one reason only.
To get revenge on whoever did this to him; to his parents. To torture and kill whoever did something as terrible as this.
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Way Home. // Yeongyu
Fanfiction"Yeonjun? What's so special about him. Sure he's scary, he's in a gang." "The scars? He had scars?" "Oh, they're from his constant fighting huh? I'll have to see for myself, though I'd never want to go near the heartless creature. Hopefully I'll nev...
