Unlock this heart. ♥ chapter 2
Fanfic: Unlock this heart. ♥
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairing: Minho x Key
Rating: PG, PG13
Still sucky. Trying to get better. -.-
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.chapter three. , .chapter one.
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Still clutching the piece of paper in my hand, I wandered around the streets, a lost look plastered on my face. What was I supposed to do now? I finally folded the paper until it was just the right size, then stuffed it in my back pocket. I spotted a bench not far away, and sat down, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I put both hands on my face, hoping, that maybe, just maybe, if I opened my eyes again, I’d find that all of this was just a dream.
Unfortunately, when I opened my eyes again, everything was the way they were before I closed them. This was no dream, alright. It was real; every last bit of it. I stared at the darkening sky, its calm appearance taunting me, making me wish I were like that. But there was really not much I could do, unless I do something. My income from being a model was just barely enough to keep myself alive, let alone pay for my grandmother’s hospital bills as well. On top of that, I also had school to worry about. What was that term western people use to describe their lives going down the toilet again? Oh yeah: fuck my life.
I got up and figured that nothing good would come out of wallowing in self pity, and just then, an idea hit me: the talent scouts! How could I have been so foolishly blind before as to dismiss them as “just another burden”? That fact might still be true, but at least it’s another burden that will help me gain more money. I smiled at the thought and walked around; hoping one would approach me, as one always does.
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An hour passed, and the sky had turned completely dark, the streetlights turned on, and fewer people walked the streets. Still, none had approached me. I frowned and was about to give up, just then, someone approached me. My heart raced as the person stepped out from the shadows in front of me, but just as soon as I saw them, I wish I hadn’t. It was a burly looking guy, and a few minutes after, a couple of other similar looking guys came out, encircling me. I looked around in panic, not knowing what to do.
I could have ran, but I was afraid that they might have a gun and shoot me. The one thing I was sure about though was that it couldn’t end like this. My life could not possibly end like this. I had to do something. But what?
“Hey pretty boy. Got any money?” One of them asked.
I opened my mouth to reply. It was dry, and for a moment, I couldn’t say anything. Instead, I shakily reached to my wallet and held it out, hoping that they would just take it and go away. But of course, as bad as my day was already going, they didn’t leave. After they took my wallet that was full of the money I was going to use to pay my bills and such, they snickered at me evilly.
“Your face really pisses me off, you know that, pretty boy?” the guy who took my wallet said.
I clenched my jaws and gulped, not saying anything.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s just beat him up and get away from here!” another one shouted.
My eyes widened in fright and I wanted to bolt away, running. For sure my legs could have carried me away to get away from them, but they were frozen in fear; as was the rest of my body.
I closed my eyes, and I felt it. Jab after jab, after punch, after kick. I sputtered out what tasted like blood, and fell on my knees. Where was everyone? Could no one see me? Wasn’t there anyone willing to help, maybe even to just call the police?
I hung my head down, waiting for them to finish me off. It looked like this is my end. Even though I felt like I had to do something, what energy I had to do something had been used up by the rest of my day. Right then, I felt like I was going to collapse at any second. I don’t know if they had already knocked me out with a punch, or a kick, or a jab, or if I just fell unconscious myself, but in a mere matter of seconds, I felt myself go out. What a pathetic way to end my already pathetic day.
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairing: Minho x Key
Rating: PG, PG13
Still sucky. Trying to get better. -.-
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.chapter three. , .chapter one.
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Still clutching the piece of paper in my hand, I wandered around the streets, a lost look plastered on my face. What was I supposed to do now? I finally folded the paper until it was just the right size, then stuffed it in my back pocket. I spotted a bench not far away, and sat down, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I put both hands on my face, hoping, that maybe, just maybe, if I opened my eyes again, I’d find that all of this was just a dream.
Unfortunately, when I opened my eyes again, everything was the way they were before I closed them. This was no dream, alright. It was real; every last bit of it. I stared at the darkening sky, its calm appearance taunting me, making me wish I were like that. But there was really not much I could do, unless I do something. My income from being a model was just barely enough to keep myself alive, let alone pay for my grandmother’s hospital bills as well. On top of that, I also had school to worry about. What was that term western people use to describe their lives going down the toilet again? Oh yeah: fuck my life.
I got up and figured that nothing good would come out of wallowing in self pity, and just then, an idea hit me: the talent scouts! How could I have been so foolishly blind before as to dismiss them as “just another burden”? That fact might still be true, but at least it’s another burden that will help me gain more money. I smiled at the thought and walked around; hoping one would approach me, as one always does.
--
An hour passed, and the sky had turned completely dark, the streetlights turned on, and fewer people walked the streets. Still, none had approached me. I frowned and was about to give up, just then, someone approached me. My heart raced as the person stepped out from the shadows in front of me, but just as soon as I saw them, I wish I hadn’t. It was a burly looking guy, and a few minutes after, a couple of other similar looking guys came out, encircling me. I looked around in panic, not knowing what to do.
I could have ran, but I was afraid that they might have a gun and shoot me. The one thing I was sure about though was that it couldn’t end like this. My life could not possibly end like this. I had to do something. But what?
“Hey pretty boy. Got any money?” One of them asked.
I opened my mouth to reply. It was dry, and for a moment, I couldn’t say anything. Instead, I shakily reached to my wallet and held it out, hoping that they would just take it and go away. But of course, as bad as my day was already going, they didn’t leave. After they took my wallet that was full of the money I was going to use to pay my bills and such, they snickered at me evilly.
“Your face really pisses me off, you know that, pretty boy?” the guy who took my wallet said.
I clenched my jaws and gulped, not saying anything.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s just beat him up and get away from here!” another one shouted.
My eyes widened in fright and I wanted to bolt away, running. For sure my legs could have carried me away to get away from them, but they were frozen in fear; as was the rest of my body.
I closed my eyes, and I felt it. Jab after jab, after punch, after kick. I sputtered out what tasted like blood, and fell on my knees. Where was everyone? Could no one see me? Wasn’t there anyone willing to help, maybe even to just call the police?
I hung my head down, waiting for them to finish me off. It looked like this is my end. Even though I felt like I had to do something, what energy I had to do something had been used up by the rest of my day. Right then, I felt like I was going to collapse at any second. I don’t know if they had already knocked me out with a punch, or a kick, or a jab, or if I just fell unconscious myself, but in a mere matter of seconds, I felt myself go out. What a pathetic way to end my already pathetic day.