Stigma

Out Late

TaeYong PO.V.

I was tiered of loitering around my decayed town but I didn't want to go home. I guess I had too. I was sent out by my father to buy him beer again for the 8th time this month. I never want to but it's not my choice. My dad gets mad if he doesn't have his beer. Then he hurts me or mom. Really dependent on whose around. But, it's usually her. My mom. The sweetest person alive. If you were a sane human being you might not even want to touch her out of the fear she might shatter in you hands. I listen to my dad in hopes he'll stop. One day I want to run away from here. I'll take my mom with me. I'll get her everything she needs and we'll be happy. But, right now, that's not exactly possible. She's sick. I can hardly take her anywhere. She can hardly even move which is probably why dad sent me out for his beer instead of her. She can't really get around too well. Dad-- that horrible man even complains that my mom coughs in the food too much. The nerve of him. It can't be helped until I manage to get enough money to run out of here with her. I'll just keep working on minimum wage until I have enough. I'll get there. I promised her.

I stood outside the door. Fear of walking in on mom making dinner all bruised and beat. But I thought of living the nice life together with her afterwords. All this work would've then been definitely worth it. I walked through the door only to see myself correct. That displeasing man just sat like an arrogant rich man surrounded by his beer bottles like his piles of gold. As if family didn't even matter to him.

DoJung(dad): Ah, TaeYong ssi. You have my beer?

Tae: Yea. *throws the fabric bag onto his father's lap*

I walked over and gave my mom a hug. She continued to wash the dishes.

Tae: Eomma.., are you feeling better today?

AeRa: ..

Tae: Make sure you get rest I'm going out again for your medicine.

*Tae begins to walk away but his mother grabs his arm. He looks back. She tightens her grip.*

Tae: That too.

She released my arm hesitantly ans began to wash again. I started to head out to the drug store.

*Tae lets out a deep sigh. He grabs a stick from the ground and drags it along as he trudges across the sidewalk bridge.* A beer can balancing on the hand railing. I hit the can and threw the stick along with it and continued to walk.

Once I got to the corner drug store in the little rural town I lived in, I bought cough medicine, antibiotics, disinfectant and along with it, cotton balls. All for mom. She'll get better.

Tae: Thanks.

Store Clerk: Yes, come back again. Bye.

I was walking back when my shoulder brushed against some other punks walking across the alley as well as me. I paid no attention to it. I just wanted to get home for my mom. But they thought so highly of themselves they pushed me against the loose garage like storage doors. I didn't care how bad I hurt. I just wanted to get home. They would be done with me soon. So, I just let them.

They hit my face and they kicked my gut. I spat blood but I still stood there. One smacked my face and this one got me down. It pushed me back to the storage doors again and I just slid down on my back to the ground. They smacked the top of my head one more time then left. They were done. It was nearing night but it was still really dark. there was only one street lamp dangling above my head. I stayed there for a moment to reopen my lung pipes. Soon enough, I got up and started back home.

I got home bruised. My mom was lying on the floor, on a thin deflated comforter. That horrid man, on the soft couch with several unused blankets around the floor and some hanging on the couch. Beer bottles around the floor. One was broken. I looked over at my mom.. I almost wanted to kill this man who has inhabited himself within my home. I wasn't sure how much longer I could put up with him.

I took off my hoodie and draped it over my mother's freezing body. I lay down next to my mother and put an arm around her. Her shivering stopped. Her silent cries have taken a pause for one night. That made me a little happier.

sorry this was short! (T^T) there wasn't a lot of dialogue in this it was mostly more movements. I'm sorryyyy. this was mostly meant to be a kinda dark sad droopy kind of aesthetic and that normally wouldn't be a lot of talking. this prob would've been better as a comic but I can't draw well. again im sorry for the short chapter i'll try to write more later on.