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Survival

I woke up to my body feeling all sore from the beating of my so-called "parents" yesterday. They were still laying around in their many bottles of alcohol and sleeping drunkenly. I could smell them clearly even as I was meters away from them. I gathered up the strength I had and used it to try and stand up. It was better for me to leave them early in the morning when they weren't awake or else I would be beaten again and come "home" as late as possible, going that they have already passed out from all the drinking. I walked down the streets while trying to warm myself up with the little clothes that I had on. It was beginning to become winter. You may ask why I don't leave them, well it's because I can't. If I leave them then how will a 6-year-old kid survive on their own? Back there, there would still be food even though it is leftovers from my parents. It is better than nothing after all. I can't also get help because the adults don't care about us homeless people unless we are doing something towards them for example stealing from them. Then they will throw you in jail where you will be tortured until you are on the verge to die and then they will kill you in front of everyone in the country as a warning for everyone else who has the thought of stealing from them.

I walked and walked to wherever my feet got me when I suddenly stopped because of a delicious smell. I sniffed my way to the local bakery that was beginning to take their first batch of morning bread out of the ven. I stood with my face against the window into the bakery shop and licked my lips as I looked at the fresh bread. My stomach growled more loudly the more I sniffed in the bread. I knew that I couldn't get any of it, so I sneaked behind the bakery to where the big trash container was. The baker would sometimes throw out yesterday's leftover bread in there since he only wanted freshly made bread in his shop. I grabbed a box nearby and made sure that it could hold my weight before getting up on the box and down into the trash container. It was disgusting but it was the only thing that I could do to survive. I searched the whole container but there wasn't anything. I got out of it with a sigh and hung my head as I made my way to the front of the shop. Before I stepped out of the alley and into the streets I noticed a rich woman and a child making their way to the bakery, so I quickly hide. When they got closer, I saw that it was the girl from yesterday. She is so rich, so why did she even bother to play with me yesterday? Jiwon and her mom walked inside the bakery and brought some of the bread. Must be nice to just buy whatever you want without having to worry about if you have enough for the next day. Jiwon walked out of the store with a pastry in her hand while her mother was still inside, talking to the baker. Having her so close to me, I could easily smell how delicious the pastry was. I wanted to just run towards her and grab it out of her hands before running away but I couldn't bring myself to do it after how nice she had been to me yesterday.

Jiwon: Oh! Jahoon! You are here!

I was brought back from my train of thoughts when suddenly Jiwon said my name. I looked at her surprised as she looked at me with a big smile on her face. What was I going to do? Should I run away? Or should I just stay still? Before I could even decide to do anything, Jiwon had already walked over to me.

Jiwon: Are you also here to buy bread? The baker man is always so nice to me. See?! He even gave me my favorite pastry for free! Do you know what you are going to buy?

Jahoon: I don't... I don't have any money...

I looked away embarrassed myself. I should be running away right now but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I glanced over to Jiwon to see her with a sad and worried expression. She was about to say something when my stomach suddenly growled loudly.

Jiwon: It is okay~ You don't have to be embarrassed with me. I don't care if you are poor or rich, I just want to be your friend. Here. Take this bread. You can come to my home every night at 11 pm and get some food if you want to. My house is the last house on the left side of the Ive park.

Woman: Jiwon honey! Where are you?!

Jiwon: I have to go now. My mom doesn't want me to be around you but I don't care~ see you around.

Jiwon gave me a hug before she ran out to her mom. I peeked out slightly from behind the wall, making sure that I wasn't seen.

Woman: Where are you, honey? I was worried that you got kidnapped or something.

Jiwon: Don't worry mom. I just saw a dog nearby and went over to pet it.

Woman: Oh honey...please tell me next time before you run off or else you will make mommy worried.

Jiwon: I'm sorry mommy. I won't do it again.

Jiwon held her mother's hand and they walked away from the bakery, probably gone. I walked back inside the alley and sat down to eat the bread. Normally I wouldn't feel hungry but now I feel extremely hungry after tasting the pastry. I could definitely tell why this was her favorite pastry. It was just as sweet as her. I licked my fingers clean. I made my way back to my parents but grabbed a wallet from one of the rich, while I was going so I could have an excuse from being away. When I got back they were both awake and drinking alcohol.

Woman: So this is where you are! Tell me you little sh*t where you have been. Huh?!

Jahoon: I have been out stealing.... Here...

I gave her the wallet and hoped that there was a lot inside but when she opened it I could see extreme anger on her face.

Woman: You are telling me that you only were available to steal this much?! What trash you are! Not even being available to steal a big fat wallet!

The woman in front of me, who I could not call mother anymore, slapped me across the face and pushed me so hard that my back hit the wall. I groaned as I tried to get back up but the man that I had been calling my father, grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall again before punching my face. I couldn't live like this anymore. I glanced over to the bottles that they still had laying around. They were my only hope to survive or I would be dead if they continued this. I tried my best to crawl over to the bottles while I got punched and grabbed a bottle before smashing it against the wall creating small spikes in the bottle that would be available to stab anyone.

Man: What do you think that you are doing, huh?! Do you really think that is going to help you?! I will show you what is going to happen if you even dare to try and fight back!

The man began running towards me. When he was near me, I stabbed him in the stomach. He looked at me surprised before his face was wrenched in anger. He tried to launch against me again but I stabbed him several times before he lay on the floor. A few seconds later, his eyes closed and he never moved again. The woman looked in surprise.

Woman: You! You are the devil!!! How dare you do this towards us when we have raised you!!! You are going to regret it!!!

The woman launched against me but ended up getting the same fate as the man. When the woman closed her eyes and never moved again, I dropped the bottle and looked at both of their corpses in shock. What have I done? What have I done?! I grabbed one of their clothes that were "clean" and wiped the blood on my hands. I then changed my clothes since I also got their blood on them. I walked out of the alley that had been my house for the past years and walked mindlessly to wherever. It was not like anyone was going to care about what I have done. Even when their bodies were found, they were going to do anything about it other than throwing them together with all of the dead bodies of the poor downtown, where no normal human will be going to. I walked and walked. Seems like I have to grow up on my own now.