《MORE | stray kids OT8》TWENTY TWO: THE TRUTH ABOUT HIM
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'The truth about him'
'You're all on your own and you've lost all your friends. You told yourself that it's not you, it's them. You're one of a kind and no one understands. But those "cry baby" tears keep coming back again.'
of the pain that the poor, unfortunate souls of the 'prison' like basement rang through the long, dark corridor as Changbin dragged [name] along by her wrist. Her quiet, chocked sobs barely being heard in the loud environment.
The two abruptly came to a stop as they reached a rusty, metal door. Changbin hesitated for a second, before he harshly pushed open the heavy door. The younger girl behind the male shivered slightly as she followed after him into the dark room.
The shivering girl flinched as the large door was slammed behind her, thankfully silencing the agonising screams. Causing the dimly lit room to fall into an unnerving silence.
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looked around the small, claustrophobic room as both me and Changbin walked further into the room. I slightly gasped as I felt the older male push me into a siting position on the wooden chair that stood in the centre of the room, the wooden legs of the chair squeaking as the chair was pushed back from the force of me being shoved onto it. He glared at me as I shifted anxiously in the squeaking seat.
He appeared to be in a rush as he walked over to a small metal table that had various shelves and draws attached in the corner of the dirtied room, I tried straining my neck upwards to see if I could find out what he was doing, I was able to catch a glance as at surgical knives, bottles of clear and cloudy liquids, syringes etcetera. That's strange, you'd normally find that type of stuff in a hospital or a clinic.
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I gulped before looking up at him, "what are you doing?" I mumbled as I Fidgeted anxiously in the uncomfortable chair. He turned his head slightly, giving me a side-eyed glance, but he replied with nothing but silence. I sighed in defeat at my ignored question as he continued to bring out different types of peculiar medical items.
As I glanced back at him, I narrowed my eyes in suspicion and confusion as he turned to the side, revealing a long, painful-looking scar that stretched from his collarbone to his ear lobe in a zigzag pattern. "What's that?" I asked, slightly louder than the previous question.
He quickly glanced at me from the side, before looking back at the metal table. "What's what?" He questioned in a raspy voice. Shocked at his reply, I hesitated for a second before looking back up at him. "What's that scar?" He completely stopped what he was doing and looked up, before continuing to arrange and prepare the unknown surgical tools. "None of your business." He replied bluntly. Disappointed with his reply, I felt an unfamiliar feeling of courage and confidence rush through my body.
"But I want to know what it is... where did you get it from?" He slammed the pair of blade onto the metal table, causing a quick ringing sound. He walked back over to me, clearly frustrated with my questions. "I said it's non of your fucking business." He stated angrily as he accusingly pointed his index finger at me.
"Just tell me what it is?!" I slightly raised my voice, feeling intrigued at the injury. "No." He threateningly lowered his tone, warning me not to push any further. But I simply ignored the it. A thought came into my head as I hesitated for a second before attempting to push even further. "What did they do to you? Why did they do it?" I was met with a few minutes of silence before I daringly looked up at him, shocked to see a well of tears in his now soft eyes.
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I softened my eyes sincerely, feeling sympathy for him. "Did you do something to them?" Once again, I was met with a few minutes of tension-filled silence. All that could be was very quiet sobs as thick tears ran down his face. What the hell have these people done to him?
His sobs came to a stop as his sadness very quickly turned into anger. It was eerily quiet for a few moments before he harshly turned back around, his now sharp eyes wide with anger. "You don't know what happened, you weren't there." He stated loudly as he very quickly began to raise his voice at me.
"Your right I wasn't there, but you were, and I'm sure you remember it very well." I retorted, matching his anger. The room fell into silence once again as more and more tears spilled out of his brown eyes. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have reminded him of his past...
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stood in silence, not saying anything nor doing anything as more and more tainted and unfortunately families voices began to cloud my mind.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Seo Changbin. The most fucking useless little shit we know."
"Pull yourself together you worthless little cunt."
"This is why I'm the boss and you're not."
"No wonder your parents left you."
"Shut up you stupid fucking bitch."
"You are so fucking worthless, I don't know how you can expect anyone to ever love you."
"Be grateful I took you in."
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as he suddenly whipped his head towards me, staring straight into my soul. Forcing all the confidence I had earlier to quickly vanish. His wide and crazed eyes becoming imprinted into my brain.
I had no time to display a reaction before his ringed fist painfully met the side of my cheek. Blackness quickly filled my vision as everything became very dark and blurry, a loud ringing noise deafening me. Forcing the pain to subside as everything went numb and black.
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Word count - 1209
Where do I even begin? I am so sorry for not updating I have been so busy (as it was my birthday and other personal reasons I do not feel comfortable discussing) and I have had no motivation.
Also, could you guys please not ask for an update as it makes me feel very demotivated and guilty for not updating for you guys. But on the bright side, I'm so excited because I'm seeing Coldplay live tomorrow, well technically today cause it's 1:00 am lmao.
Also, the voices that changbin was hearing, was a lot of different peoples but as you probably worked out, some of them was chan saying them :(. I wanted to try and show his past a little bit more so this is a little bit of a filler chapter to I'm sorry if it's boring. Stay safe :).
-polly <3
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