Too Close

dark times

Warning: suicide mentioning (I do apologize in advice) 

The fourteen year old boy sat in a cell with his sprained wrist close to his chest and dried blood running from his nose and bruises on his face as well as a black bruise under his good eye. He leaned against the wall sleeping as he was stuck in the cell over night with nothing expect his own jacket to keep him warm. 

A police officer walked over to the child's cell and banged on it to wake him up. Zuko was startled as he took a moment to remember where he was and saw the cop. 

"The fuck you want?" He snarled but froze seeing his father walk up to the officer in a clean business suit and a red tie.

  "I apologize for the trouble my sons caused, ill make sure he knows better during his suspension," Ozai told the police officer as he opened the door but Zuko didn't get up. 

"Let's go Zuko," Ozai said sternly making him stiffen. 

He pushed his suit jacket back to flash the side of his gun to the boy as he stayed behind the cop.

But then young boy finally got to his feet as he felt the pain in his chest and held his wrist tightly to himself, head down not daring to look up at his father, wishing he could've just stayed in the cell. 

— 

"What the hell is wrong with you boy?" Ozai slammed the door behind him as he shoved Zuko inside the house. 

"You ungrateful bastard!" He roared as Zuko backed away wide eyes as azula sat on top of the stairs, surprised by the sudden sound.

"Do you know how much it was to Bail your ass out of jail and to keep you in school?!" He grabbed Zuko by the shirt and pulled him close. 

Zuko grunted trying to get away but his fathers hand slapped his face and dropped him to the ground. 

"I-I didn't ask you too," Zuko scooted away as his freshly healed burn scar on his face stung from the powerful slap.

"You embarrass me time and time again! Ungrateful bitch!" He snarled as Zuko put his hands up to defend himself.

"When will you learn?!" 

-

"You really did it this time dummy," Azula peaked in zukos room as the sun was setting. 

"Get the fuck out Azula," Zuko sat on his bed with a scowl, cleaning the blood from the side of his head while he held a mirror in the other hand.

"You put a lot of kids in the hospital, parents want to sue, course dads mad at you, what did you expect?" she scoffed walking over to his bed as she saw the fresh cut on his head that wasn't bleeding anymore.

"Just stop pissing him off," the twelve year old sighed crossing her arms. 

"I said leave me alone," He rasped at her as he couldn't get himself to raise his voice any higher. 

"For all you know I'm the only friend you have brother," she smirked at him. 

"Stop it," he snarled. 

"Or what? Gonna call mom?" Azula hummed and zukos hands shook. She left him with a smile as Zuko put the cloth and mirror down as he put his face in his hands. 

Tears stung as they ran down his pale face covered in wounds and bruises, he didn't breath as he tried to not make a sound. He hated it, he hated his family, he hated everyone at school, everyone that made fun of him for not having a mother, for having a scar now, for being alone. He wanted to call his friend but fuck him, this was jets fault, he couldn't just leave him alone...  He just wanted to be left alone.