2 am.

he's mind is empowered by a feeling. He traces his jawline infront of the mirror. None other than a spark of dark green colors behind him. His hanging soul trying to find his own self. 

"It's not perfect," 

"It's hideous,"

"I am ashamed of having a son like you," the words that came from the parted lips of his guardian pierced his little soul. 

He reminded her of him. The father of the child. The violent person witnessed by that child.

"Look at that kid, he's so ugly," the other child threw the balled paper towards him.

Knife,

Dancing. Tracing around his prominent cheeks. Creating a trace he wanted. He hated the chubbiness. He hated everything he owns on his face. He owned the face of a cruel men. Red shiny liquid made it's way towards his slender neck. The pain he felt was satisfying.

well beauty is pain.

mt: wyd?

pjy: nothing

pjy: just playing

mt: fuck u.

mt: I'M FUCKING COMING DON'T TOUCH A SINGLE THING PARK JINYOUNG.

*last seen 2.10 a.m*

mt: shit

The red liquid mixed with salty tears, He looked at the mirror. 

The knife started it's dancing one more time. Playing with the beat in the latter's mind.

rather than dancing along his chest, it directs to a hand. He felt the spark that overwhelmed  his back turned into white. The noises playing in his mind blurred and lost it's way out. 

Silent.

2.20 a.m

"Stop doing it again, please."

He cried again.

But with relieved tears.