01 | MÀGOA
Nightmarish and deeply painful.
One is sitting at the back of the car seat and outside of his window is a blanket of stars that stretched to infinity. Silent night. Silent paths. Driving away on the sky's darkest vast, upon a vicious two and a terrified one.
They have gotten haywire.
Banging. Screeching. Weeping.
For he is lost within this unfair world, he seeks for embrace, in spite that he's not entirely alone. However, no matter how hard he tries, not a word came floating back.
No. Please. Sorry.
He couldn't understand. Of what absolute disgrace has he done? He had tried searching pass his current vague memories. However, there was absolutely nothing he could've possibly done to displease them, and yet...
"Oh for fuck's sake, shut your goddamn mouth!"
Screaming. Anger. Annoyance.
"Listen to your mother."
Boiling. Make it stop...
"If only you were a girl and not something we weren't even expecting, then this wouldn't have to ever happen to us!"
Quivering. Daunted. Frightened.
Please, come, save this prey.
"We've been seriously praying for so long and yet this came? Dear Lord, just how could you disappoint us this way!"
"I've never felt so denigrated, and it's all your fault!"
"We never even wanted you!"
"And all the efforts we tried are left wasted. If it really wasn't illegal to disown a child, nor that stupid abortion, we wouldn't be having you to this day!"
"This is ridiculous."
"You're such a disappointment."
"You're a bad luck."
"You're cndxmlsk."
"Yyyr xsrfsk"
"#####"
Out of all the words he's heard of from these two, he couldn't understand a single thing. He couldn't comprehend what they were saying, nor even tried to understand it's meaning. They were meaningless. To him, it all meant nothing.
Though not completely nothing. It felt like something. Something that's whispering to him to jump in a sinkhole of hopelessness. Where not a single soul of hope could save his dying senses. Where not a streak of light could shine his way, down that sinkhole, swallowed him whole.
He's gone.
Far gone.
Deep down, far from reach.
Far from reality.
Blinded with unfamiliar despair. A body coated in lava. Stabbed ears, and scratched pipe. Mercies, for all he wanted was to be back home.
"Get out of the car now before I drag you out."
But he couldn't. Couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't hear. Couldn't seek. How truly unfair. He's just a little...
"Now, Taehyung!"
Just a little kid. Just a fragile being that can't even fight the intentions of his own blood. This inevitable moment. Their need. Their plead. Their own satisfaction. As he, to them, was invisible.
Tears flowed, sweat follows. They made him blind to light, it's only getting harder to breathe for such a suffocating life.
"That's it, I knew you were such a little pain in the ass. Right from the very start. Oh, if only... The things, the things I should've done sooner to you, prick."
There was a loud thud. Echoed for a split of time that quickly blocked the gentle drizzle and scary mist. But as quick as it paused, it took a single twist of the foot as the backseat door sways away from his side, his only support.
Just as how fast they took his whole childhood away. His trust for them. His only hope. His source of life, now has come to an end.
At that very moment, as if a pressure of a snake trapping its meal for the day, his wrist and weight were on the predator's mercy, and he, was dragged out.
Out on the chilly nightmare. Eerie, so to describe.
"Suit yourself."
A new, unfamiliar surrounding... He wiped some of his tears and took a brief glance through his numb eyes and his complicated field of vision. Aside from the empty road and pavements with fog all over the place, there stood a massive building behind him.
Gigantic enough to scare his little soul away.
However, before he could even reach back for the car door and hide himself away, the vehicle went ahead in the midst of the cold, dark, and wet road.
Fast, like a race track.
Weak, like a dried leaf.
Under the endless nothingness, he felt himself slowly drenching from the gentle drizzle and misty howling air. Falling on to the wet pavement, just like a dead leaf, a dryness in contact of the water.
He hasn't stopped crying. For help. For somebody. Breathing was slowly drowning him. They mixed, and he cannot understand what to do first. Beg, or patience.
Though there is a dim light from a nearby post, his eyes were starting to sore, only making it hard to see through this petrifying space. He couldn't lift an eyebrow anymore, nor even whisper a single plead.
Beated... Scratched...
Helpless... But at last...
Hear as I come to beg, Omnipotent. As I, your other one, desire for a spark of light to shine through th sinkhole.
Though, we must never forget.
How this, was his màgoa.
