His Scars || Minsung

t h i r t y t h r e e .

a/n: this is where the warnings come in!! please if you are not comfortable with the warned topics that i mentioned in the intro chapter then please don't read the rest of the book because it will get uncomfortable/triggering very fast and i will not give another heads up !!

Minho enjoyed his life. He lived with his parents that loved him so much. He was an only child of course, but he had a lot of friends in his first grade class. It was a normal day and he was enjoying his time at school when he was called into the office. The boy walked into the office and he saw his father standing there, distressed and he looked like he had been crying. In all of his seven years, Minho had never seen his dad cry so obviously the child knew something was wrong. He ran to his dad, hugging him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Minho we have to go." His dad said softly.

"Where?"

"I'll explain in the car. Come on bud, let's go." His dad tried to act happy for his son's sake.

The little boy followed his dad to the car and sat in the back. His dad started the car and drove. Minho thought they were going back to his home but he was wrong.

"Minho, listen to me," His dad started saying, "We are going to the hospital."

"Why? Who's hurt?" Minho asked, not knowing what was about to hit him.

"Mom's not doing very good right now and we need to visit her."

"What do you mean mom's not doing good?" Minho being only seven, didn't know how serious the situation was or the concept behind a hospital. He only knew that people went to the hospital when they were hurt, so he thought his mom was in there because she got a minor scratch on her leg or something.

His dad didn't answer and they arrived at the hospital. Minho and his dad walked inside the hospital, into the room where his mom was being held at. When they walked inside, he expected to see his mom's smile and hear her say hi to him but instead he was greeted with his mom laying on the hospital bed with wires hooked up to her. He couldn't recognize her, her head was wrapped in white wrap and she had bruises and cuts all over her face and body. Her legs and arms were covered with casts. Minho saw his grandparents crying in the hospital chairs.

The little boy broke down and started crying, he was scared. He didn't know who that person laying in that hospital bed was, he couldn't recognize her face from how bruised it was, it couldn't be his mom.

"What happened to her?" He cried out loud.

"Minho listen to me." His dad took ahold of his shoulders. "Mom got into a car accident and the doctors don't know if she'll..." His dad couldn't finish his sentence as tears weld his eyes too.

Minho started crying even more. He wasn't a dumb child, he knew what that meant for his mom's sake. He must've cried himself to sleep because the next thing he remembered was waking up to commotion. His dad was calling out for doctors and his grandparents were by his mom's side, crying hysterically, yelling for help. There was a long beep sound that stood out to Minho, he looked at the monitor where the beep was coming from and saw a straight green line across the screen. He didn't know what that meant or what was going on. The doctors came rushing in and tried to help his mom but they couldn't do anything, it was too late. They called the time of death and that was something Minho would never forget. 2:33 P.M.

It didn't hit Minho that his mother was gone until the funeral. Until he saw his mom laying lifeless in the coffin. Until they placed the coffin into the hole that went many feet into the ground. He didn't cry at the funeral, but when his dad took him home after, he cried all night and eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.