𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 / Chensung

【ｏｎｅ】

It was dark out, and he was clutching an orchid.

His hands were glued to the pot, running through the woods.

He couldn't see anything but knew the path well- this wasn't the first time he'd ran.

In the background he heard that voice yelling,
"GET BACK HERE YOU IMBECILE CHILD!"

But he wasn't a child, he was 16 now.

He's been locked in the same place for 16 years.

One could say that the plant he's holding ever so tight was his only friend left.

His social circle were limited to plants.

And they were constantly being taken away by his "parents" because he was being "bad".

But none of that mattered now, because he could hear someone running behind him.

If he got caught, surely it would be over.

The orchid would be ripped out of its pot and be thrown into fire- and join its many companions as ashes.

The boy himself would most likely be locked in his room, maybe for the whole week.

His "parents" would "visit" him every so often.

Oh, how he hated their so called "visits".

The moon began to come out and provide some light as the boy ran.

You could see his soft blonde hair bounce.

But you could also see him being grabbed by a larger figure.

His breath hitched as he was roughly grabbed by the waist.

He dropped the orchid and the pot shattered.

The older man stomped on the flower.

His flower.

His friend.

His only thing left that was pretty.

"Never try to run away again."
The man growled as the small boy was being harshly dragged through the woods to his home.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.