The place was almost dark, almost empty, and almost silent.   Yoongi's wrists brushed against the chains, his cold breath escaping the heavy lungs through his parted cold lips. With his knees against the hard freezing surface and his arms held up in the air by unbreakable iron chains, the guy was unconscious. Only sickening and sad visions flashed in his head. First, Yoongi saw the sorrow in his mother's eyes. He could not figure out yet what was going on, but the terrific atmosphere in the room made him shiver. The woman shrieked as tears started pouring down her face and Yoongi could swear he had never heard his mother scream like that before. The sound coming from was deafening and the son wanted to cover his ears, but was not able to move. He tried his best, but it was as if something held him in one place, draining him out of energy.   “ing bastard,” he heard a new venomous tone.   Still being able to control his eyes, Yoongi shifted his gaze to his mother's lover James, who just came and stood next to the woman. He tried to examine his surroundings by constantly moving his eyes in all possible ways without having control over his head or the rest of the body. When not only dirty bathroom floor tiles, but also a pool of blood came into his vision, he was left bewildered.   “My baby!” the woman cried, approaching her son.   She collapsed on the floor, taking Yoongi into her arms, trying to embrace his motionless body. The mother looked him in the eyes, but she just began to cry her heart out even more, as her precious son's lifeless eyes starred back at her, the dark chocolate orbs showing nothing but emptiness. Yoongi watched his mother bring his damaged arm closer to her chest and that was the moment reality hit the young male.   He was dead. Somehow he was still seeing and hearing everything. But he was dead. Half of his arm was smeared with crimson fresh blood and it seeped through the woman's shirt, when she clutched her boy close to her chest, her tears falling on his cold cheek. By the time his mother's crying started to sound like a harsh lullaby, Yoongi heard James trying to pry his girlfriend away from her son, vomiting tons of derogatory words about Yoongi, trying to prove what a terrible child he was. Yoongi's whole body lurched a bit as his mother's cries quieted down and the vision blurred before changing into another. Now he was in the co