guys, don't yell at me if i changed some things that are related to the short film, lmao
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It was the first fissure in the columns that had upheld my childhood, which every individual must destroy before he can become himself. Such fissure and rent grow together again, healed and forgotten, but in the most secret recesses, they continue to live and bleed.

I was in front of a abandoned building, using a single knife to try and break in. Suddenly, a flashlight was lit behind me. I turned to see a single police officer and I put my hands up instinctively, smirking.

The police officer ran towards me and pins me at the wall, turning me over to handcuff me.

He opens the door and I went inside the police car. We drove towards the police station, not saying a single thing.

We arrived there and the man who arrested me was the detective, sitting down on the opposite of me. He opened the computer and he began interrogating me.

"Name?" He asked.

"Kim Taehyung," I replied, lying to him and trying not to tell him I was actually someone else.

He started typing my name, and asked another question.

"Age?"

"22," I said, not telling my real age. Again, I heard the typing of a keyboard. I scratched the corner of a table.

If I told you right now what my real age was, you'll get shocked.

"Parents?"

That's where it hit me hard. I only have a mother, but my father? I won't tell you.

I look away and gulped, "I have none of that kind."

He then looked at me interestingly and starts drinking water. It eerily reminded me of my drunken father beating up my only mother.

"You deserve to die!" I heard my father shout, drunk, beating up my mother, Frau Eva. I teared up and broke the fight, yet, I earned some scratches and little bruises, but other than that I was fine.

I laid down beside my mother and hugs her from behind, while my father continues to drink and drink more alcohol.

I then decided to cut my own hair to change. I looked at the mirror and smiled. I love my new look. I dropped the scissors I used and smiled.

One day, I've had enough. I decided to end it once and for all. I peeked in the room and saw the same scene I always know, mother screaming, father shouting. I cried and I pushed my father away from my mother.

"Get away from her!" I yelled, glaring at my drunk father. Father growled at me, visibly angry.

"I'm not fucking done with her yet, you bastard!" He yelled. I can only smirk from his words. I picked up a shattered bottle of wine and glanced to my mother and father.

"I'm sorry, father, mother, I need to do this for the sake of our family," I apologized, crying.

"I'm sorry, I love you, forgive me. . ."

I lunged towards my father and stabbed him in the stomach, the blood splashing out from him. I cry loudly and I continue to stab him.

"I'm sorry, father, I'm really sorry. . ." I yell over and over again, and I removed the glass shard of the bottle from my father, his lifeless body collapsing.

Mother looked at me, her eyes swelling with tears.

"I'm sorry, mother. . ." I apologize again, still crying.

Mother shook her head and went over me to embrace me.

"It's alright, dear child. It's alright. . ." Mother whispered, rubbing circles on my back. I sob quietly and stared at the blood stained on my pale hands.

I sigh as I thought about that event, but I remembered something I should do before I go behind bars.

I look at the interrogation officer and said, "Can I have one last phone call?"

He nods and gives me his phone. I mutter a "Please give me a minute," and I began typing someone's number, walking towards a corner.

I put the cellphone at my ear, the phone ringing, waiting for him to call back.

"Hello?"

I sigh in relief and I said, "Hello. . .hyung?"

"Where are you? I'm busy finding you," The man on the other line asked, worried.

I fought back my tears and said, "Hyung. . .I did something terrible. ."

There was a long pause on the other line, "Are you at the police station?"

I choked back my tears and said, "Y-Yes, hyung. Please help me."

I could sense the man I was calling smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out of there, okay? Just wait for me."

I was sobbing now, my eyes threatening to spill out my tears.

"I-I'll wait for you. I'll call back later."

"Okay. Be safe, Demian."

Then the phone turned off. I erased the recently called contacts on his phone and I quickly went back towards the interrogation officer and gave back his phone.

"Thank you for lending me some time to talk with me," the officer said. I nod and he dragged me towards a prison cell and he locked the door.

"We'll continue questioning you after a while, so for the meantime, you'll stay here."

I nod in agreement and sigh. I wonder what will happen here while I'm at the cell. .

After a few days, I was horribly beaten by the guards that guarded my cell. I was alone, with no one to turn to.

The two guards that beat me up was suddenly pierced by arrows. Both collapse and I saw the attacker's appearance.

He had orange hair, and he was wearing a white collared shirt that was slightly tucked in and black pants, a red jacket with a golden bird as a design for it.

"See? I told you I would come help you," He said, smiling. I smiled back and he unlocked the cell door, allowing me to go out.

"How about the interrogation officer?" I asked in disbelief. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, he's sedated. He'll wake up after a few hours."

I limped towards him and he caught me, grabbing my arm towards his shoulder, helping me walk.

"You seem hurt, Demian. Are you sure that you're okay?" He asked worriedly.

I nod, replying, "I'm fine, I just had several scratches."

He looked at me in concern and sighs, "Didn't I tell you that you must be careful?"

I chuckled, saying, "I know, but if I kill them, they'll keep me in prison."

As I said those words, I bluntly remembered the time where I rescued Hope, and I smile to myself.

"The reason why I did this because I want to return the favor to you," He told me, looking at me and smiles.

"How about Eva? Is she okay?" I ask. He still kept smiling and nods.

There, I saw a woman with long black hair wearing a white dress.

"Eva. . .?" I whisper. She turned to me and smiled, walking towards us and hugs me.

"It's okay, child. Hope helped us here, he's a good friend of yours, correct?" She said, nodding to the orange head.

"Yes, he is," I reply. She smiled at me and begins walking with us.

"Dear child, have you been flustered a lot lately?" She whispered in my ear, and I sigh and chuckle.

"Perhaps. I don't know why," I whispered back.

The orange head didn't seem to bother us, maybe thinking of some stuff. I smile at him.

"Eva?" I asked, and my mother looked at me.

"Yes?"

"Does it matter when I get flustered, I always think of people I like?"

Hope turned to me, looking in confusion. Mother's smile turned into a huge grin.

"That's what I think when you always do that," She replied, laughing.

I smile nervously and my eyesight gets blurry, the last thing I heard were Hope's screams and a whisper that I didn't know whose voice was.

I woke up in a bed, well, my bed to be exact. I rub my head and looked at my surroundings, and saw Hope entering my room.

"Oh, you're awake, Demian," He said, smiling. He was holding a glass of water and gave it to me.

"You fainted earlier, so me and your mother went here immediately and waited for you to wake up," He explained. I nod and drank the water halfway.

I looked at him and said, "Thank you for saving me back there."

He smiled, "It's my pleasure to save you, Demian."

I lied down again on the bed, my head over my forehead, blinking slowly.

He sat down on a chair near the bed, and he held my right hand, and I looked at him immediately.

I stare at him for a while and smiled, sitting up again and gives him a light kiss, and I pulled away immediately.

He looked at me in shock, his cheeks a tainted pink, touching his lips.

"Demian. ." He started. I sat closer to him, lightly gripping his hand.

"Yes?" I hummed in response. He was silent for a moment and his lips quivered.

I chuckle again and kissed him again, but I kissed him the same way I kissed him back a few weeks before.

He kissed back and pulled away slightly. His blue green/black eyes stared at my blue ones.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this?" I asked sweetly. He nods.

"Mm, I'm okay with it."

I smile and nod, "That's good."

He smiled and he sat down on the bed.

"Get some rest, Max. I'll be here waiting for you."

I nod and pecks his lips before dozing off to sleep.