Help me...

Baekhyun whimpered. He felt utterly useless. Him, being stuck inside an abandoned classroom just proves how incompetent he is. He questions just why was he supposed to be mute. Out of all the people, why should it be him? 

Baekhyun's tears endlessly rolled down his cheeks as his silent cries filled the empty place. He could barely regain himself when hushed chokes formed in his throat. The latter harshly wiped his dampened skin, trying to recover from the brutal event earlier.

Can anybody save me?...

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"Hahaha, you see the look on his face when we pretended to beat him up? Damn hilarious!"

"Yeah man, but I was pissed off he had the actual guts to glare at me."

"Since he is mute, he won't be able to tell the teachers, right? Hahaha."

"We did warn him that if he did, he's a dead man."

The rowdy teenagers laughed in the hallway, talking about the look on the vulnerable Byun baekhyun as they on beating him into pulp. They chuckled boisterously, satisfied with the mute's frightened look earlier in the eerie room. 

"What 'cha gonna do with him tomorrow, Hyun?"

"Hmm, something fun and dangerous. But if he did live, then what a lucky man we have", Jonghyun sneered, planning on ways to play with the delicate boy tomorrow. 

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Baekhyun continued to softly cry in the cold area. He gently laid his head on the hard floor, shivering at the low temperature. He tightly grasped on his jacket, willing to keep himself warm even more and refraining from getting goosebumps again. 

Life... It's so unfair. 

He breathed some air and rubbed his hands together for heat. Baekhyun quietly prays someone will save him right now, even if they're also his bullies or anyone who despises him. 

He just needs someone to open the door.

Anybody?... Please?... Can an angel come to me right now?...

I hope mom doesn't worry about me...

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