【 ｗｏｒｄ ｃｏｕｎｔ： ５００ 】
The same thing. It's always the same, fucking, thing.
Except this time, it started with rain.
"Be quiet baekhyun. It's not even that bad. Other little boys have to go through much much worse. You should consider yourself lucky to be alive, even." Her long crooked fingers were wrapping little Baekhyun's scrapped bloody knees.
It started with rain. then, the lights.
She flashed the painfully bright light in Baekhyun's eyes. They were so bright that it hurt, but he knew better than to close his eyes. He knew better, after last time. "7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and.. 1. All done Baekkie, you did good."
He blinked the pain away, and a some tears pooled in the corner of his eyes from keeping them open for too long.
It was the rain, then the lights, then the bitter medicine. So much medicine in his sleepy little head. Almost too much to bare. Almost.
"Eomma? Why am I sick?" He looked up at the old, grey-ish, almost ghostly woman.
"Because I said so." she didn't even look at him when she spoke.
"... Will I ever get bwetter though?" Baekhyun knew he wasn't typically supposed to speak, but she seemed in a decent mood today.
"no. open up, boy."
She gave him four different types of pills, then some disgusting sour liquid medicine. But he knows better not to complain. He fucking knows.
"Eomma?" 'Just one more question' he thought. She seems better today.
"What? What the fuck do you keep yapping on for Baekhyun? What do you want, you ungrateful little pig??" she snapped .
"I-i.. I just wanted to a-ask.. ask- ask if.."
"If what? Spit it out you little shit. You're lucky I'm letting you talk so much today, you know other little boys don't talk this much, I'm being patient with you so hurry up and fucking spit it out!"
"Do you love me, eomma?.."
And that's where it ends. Always. That's where my childhood fucking ends.
Why can't I ever remember?
Why can't you ever show me more? Just a little bit more.
Please.
A loud gasp could be heard in the dark warm room, and a slender shadow could be faintly seen as Baekhyun shot upright out of his bed.
4:37 am
'The same time every night'
For the past 14 years he's been woken at the same time, by the same dream, in the same room. You'd think it would drive someone to insanity, with how repetitive each night is.... but he got used to it by the time he was 5.
Plus, this time, it was raining.
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//sorry if it was a bit ominous, I plan on elaborating more about Baek's childhood throughout the next few chapters.\\
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