Taehyung woke up like any other morning due to the hateful comments and insults his parents threw at each other. The four-year-old was terrified. "Mama and dada don't love Taetae." thought the little boy covering his ears with his tiny bruised hands. He silently prays so that they stop as these fights never end well. Their fights usually end when Taehyung and his mother gets beaten up by his father until they are limp bodies lying on the floor, helpless and numb from all the pain. Little Taehyung was unaware of the abuse. Why wouldn't he be when all he knew was violence and hatred since the day he was born? Do parents like his deserve to live and go on about their days when they treat a four-year-old worse than dirt? To them, Taehyung is a punching bag, a stress reliever. But to Taehyung they are his world, they are the only people he ever knew in his life. Taehyung feels scared when his parents lock him up in the house and disappear for however long. He feels worthless when his parents throw insults at him simply just for existing. He feels unimportant and neglected when his parents ignore his existence. Taehyung tries his best to get their attention even when he knows they'll probably beat him up. Isn't it what all children want? Just a little attention from their parents and maybe love?

"You piece of shit come here this instant! This is all your fault!" Taehyung's so-called father came running and shouting at his little stress reliever. Taehyung knew what was coming and quickly tried to hide. But his little legs weren't enough to match his father's gigantic ones.

"I am really sowwy. Plz, don't hurt me, dada."

"Tsk- you're pathetic, aren't you? How many times do I have to tell you?! It's entirely your fault; it's your fault that Mommy and Daddy are fighting. So you need to take responsibility for it."

It didn't make sense to the four-year-old as he tried his best to keep quiet and be invisible, just as his parents liked it.

"B-but dada-!" Taehyung quickly covered his mouth when he realized a scream accidentally left his mouth when his father pulled him by his hair. He panicked since he wasn't allowed to raise his voice in front of his parents.

"Did you just scream at me?! Okay, you asked for it. I tried to control myself but you- You make my blood boil." Taehyung whined in pain as his father threw insults at him with a tight grip on his cheeks.

"I should've just killed you when you were born. Maybe then your mommy and I would've been happier. You know, we hate you right?"

"Y-yes dada. I'm sowwy." cried out Taehyung when he felt his ears ringing after a strong blow to his head.

"You're fucking worthless and you'll never be loved. Do you get what I'm saying? No one will ever love a pathetic fuck like you." The assault continued as Taehyung lay on the floor crying with his hands hugging his knees, trying to protect himself from the harsh kicks and punches his father was throwing at him.

Eventually,  Kim Tae Hee left when he noticed his four-year-old wasn't moving anymore. Just as expected, it wasn't fun to beat someone who isn't responsive.

Taehyung's day starts when he wakes up from the blackness his father sent him to. Most of the time it's dark outside when he gains his senses which means it's evening already. How can he recover from the cruel beatings when he was left on the floor, abused, and broken by himself?

"Ouch-" Taehyung groaned as he woke up from his blackness, still on the floor with now newly bruised eyes and cheeks. Black and blues decorated his cute chubby cheeks over his already faded bruises. He went to find his so-called mother as the little boy was hungry for not being fed for two days. He is used to it though, just gets a little dizzy when he walks.

"Ahh~ faster please~" Taehyung's tiny feet came to a stop as he heard his mother's voice from the adjacent room along with a man's voice. He knew what his mother was doing. She would do this every time his father was out. Taehyung didn't know what they were doing but he knew his mother shouldn't be doing that. But the screams and pleas never failed to scare him. His mom screamed like she was in pain but she always asked for more. He remembers when his father walked into his mother doing whatever she does with the other man and hell broke loose in the house that day. Both Taehyung and his mother couldn't walk for two days after his father's excruciating abuse. Taehyung's tiny hands started trembling when he remembered that day. Thus he quickly forgot how hungry he was and hid in the closet to avoid any beatings. It's not like he could ever escape or avoid the beatings but the little boy had yet not lost his little gleam of hope. He still had a little hope left, hope of not being beaten up, hope of not being scared all the time, hope of being loved? Maybe. Taehyung fell asleep within a few minutes inside the closet as it was his safe place after all. All the times his parents locked him inside the closet made him get used to the darkness and it eventually became his safe place due to how quiet and peaceful it was inside.

Taehyung woke up in less than 20 minutes when he heard his mom's shrill voice calling for him.

"Where are you? You nasty little bitch?! Come out right now! I know you're hiding in the closet. Come out or else I'll beat you to death, you fucking piece of shit!" Taehyung got startled hearing his mother's cruel words and meekly came out of the closet because he knew he had no other choice. His mother might beat him to death if he doesn't comply with her words.

" Mama taetae sowwy" Taehyung cried out desperately. Hoping to gain the sympathy of the women who birthed him.

"You fucking brat! Who told you to come out of the room?" Kim Tae Yeong screamed knowing that she got caught cheating on her husband yet again. She knew Taehyung didn't have the guts to expose this matter to her husband. Even though the abuse is mutual in the relationship, she was scared of her husband.

"Mommy sowwy.. huwts... Mama scawy." She ignored her son's pleas and continued beating and slapping him with her long acrylic nails which were causing immense pain to his fragile body.

"Tell me what you saw?!" Taeyeong shouted at Taehyung knowing too well what the latter witnessed.

"Nwothing" lied Taehyung as he knew the beatings would be worse if he told the truth and he might not be able to eat for the third day.

"Stop fucking lying bitch! I know you saw everything! If you tell your father anything about this, you're gonna have to stay outside for a week. You got me?"

" Y-yesh, I w-will not tell d-dada a-anywthing."

"And you're not allowed food today. You know why? Because you're a fucking liar! And only naughty boys are liars."

"Sowwy taetae naughtwy boy" Taehyung pleaded, covering his head with his arms to defend himself from the harsh blows.

"Yes bitch, because you are fucking naughty! And not just naughty, you are a dirty piece of trash that should be thrown in the streets." Taeyeong said mockingly as she left Taehyung in the darkroom by himself to starve.

Taehyung fell asleep with tears still running down his bruised cheeks.

It was two weeks after when Taehyung finally woke up feeling excited and happy. He forgot the last time he woke up not feeling scared and cautious of his every move. And the reason was his birthday. It was 30th December again for the fifth time in his life. The Kims never celebrated Christmas with Taehyung so he most probably doesn't even know it exists. But he does know about his birthday as his parents are always there to remind him how unwanted and a burden he was during his birthdays. But he still wanted to be happy because he knew you were supposed to be happy during your birthday. At least that's what he saw on the TV a long time ago. When the TV was not broken and was still functioning.

Taehyung is five now which means he can start school like his parents promised last year. Oh how wrong and excited the little boy was! He approached his parents who were sitting in the so-called "dining area" as their house was too small to even have different rooms. The house consisted of two rooms which included one bedroom where Taehyung's parents slept, and a common room where they made a dining area and a kitchen with an old couch in the corner. The dining area had a knee-length small table where they had to sit on the floor with no cushion whatsoever. And the kitchen had a few utensils with no food at all. Taehyung's room was the closet which was crammed beside the couch as he didn't have permission to sleep on the couch.

"You'll get it dirty." That's what his parents said. But Taehyung is grateful that they let him sleep inside the house at least and not outside as they threaten him.

" Mama! Dada! D-dwo you know what i-is twoday??" asked the now five year old boy, hoping that his parents would at least remember his birthday.

"What is it now, brat?!" His father replied first with the ever rude tone he always talks with.

"Mama you dwon't rwemember too??" Taehyung whined, feeling sad that none of his parents remember his birthday as he expected.

"What do I have to remember that concerns you?" His mother said harshly with annoyance on her face.

"Today is Taetae's bwirthday, rwemember? A-and you said... I can go to school w-when I... am f-five." Taehyung tried to explain with his broken English. Taehyung was not the best when it came to talking as he hardly ever talked with anyone. He is always alone in the house with no one to practice his speech. So he had little to no idea about making sentences and pronunciation.

"You pathetic fuck, you actually thought we were going to admit you to a school?!" TaeHee laughed thinking how naive his son must've been to think that he had a chance to attend school.

"A-Are you not gonna, dada?"

"What do you think? We're gonna waste our precious time on trash like you? It's too much work. I can't let you go to school when you don't even deserve it! I mean look at you, you can't even talk properly, you pathetic fuck!" Taehyung stepped back, he was devastated. This was the day he was looking forward to the most. He hoped he could finally make some friends and maybe meet his curiosity about the outside world.

"You're an ungrateful little brat! You should be thankful that we let you stay here!"

That's what Taehyung heard before he felt agonizing pain throughout his whole body. And he felt every single punch, every single kick before his tiny body decided to shut down.

Maybe this was all Taehyung ever deserved. Maybe this was how his life was meant to be, full of hate, pain, and shouting, screaming, fear, neglect, loneliness, and abuse. Maybe life is like this for thousands of children out there who are so naive and just pure. But these innocent children are victims of violence and abuse which they never in a million years deserve. Sadly, Taehyung is one of those children.