Tears Were Shed, Blood Was Drawn.

one

  Kenma’s pov
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I roll over to shut it off and it’s like the events of last night are being relieved. My heart starts to pump as my lungs suck in the air. I feel a sharp pain run through my chest and stomach. I lift my shirt and see the dark bruise left by my mother. My vision goes dark and all I can see is her from my place on the floor where she had thrown me. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever it was she was going to do to me. I felt the sharp pain in my gut as she kicked me up against the wall. “You know kenma you were my biggest mistake, I never should have had you. You're such a waste of time and money,” she yells as I am continuously kicked against the wall.

I am then snapped back to reality as if it had never happened. I slowly got up and walked into my bathroom to get ready before school. I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. ‘She's right I am a waste but if I left now everyone would be disappointed that I was so selfish’  I thought as I pulled the t-shirt over my head and examined the volleyball-sized bruise that covered my entire stomach. ‘ shit it’s gonna be hard to hide this from the team today ‘ I pulled on my school uniform and tied my tie. I opened the drawer and saw the razor blade just sitting there. I looked at it for a minute just thinking about what I could do with it. My thoughts were interrupted by a picture flashing in my head. ‘ I took the blade and sliced my wrists, cutting deep into the skin and veins, blood spilling onto the floor as I sat and watched. My vision began to blur and it all went black.’ I shook my head at what I had just imagined.

I walked to school and saw Kuroo waiting outside the door for me.
“Hey kenma what’s wrong?” kuroo questioned “ nothing I’m just tired “I blandly said walking past him to my class. “Ok well make sure you get more sleep, i'll see you at lunch” he smiled and walked away. ‘ why does he always care so much? He's the only person brave enough to talk to me, everyone either doesn’t notice me or just doesn’t take the time to talk. I don’t mind though considering how much I hate social interaction.

I went through the day not talking to anyone, all my thoughts were kept in and I never planned on ever letting them out. “Hey Kenma, where do you want to eat lunch at?” Kuroo said, running up to me.” I don’t care,” I said as I walked and played on my phone. Kuroo grabbed my hand to guide me through the crowd of kids in the hall. I felt my face heat up as he grasped my wrist practically dragging me behind him.

I was dragged to a bench outside the volleyball gym. I was still looking at my phone scrolling through Twitter. I then felt a tug and my phone was gone. “Hey kuroo what was that for,” I said scowling at him. “You need to eat something, kenma.” “I already ate a lot of breakfast so I’m not hungry. I didn’t even bring lunch,” I said, trying to yank back my phone from his hand. ‘ I lied, I never ate this morning. The last time I ate was yesterday at lunch. Kuroo forced me to eat some of his onigiris.’

“Fine but I’m still keeping your phone until lunch is over and you're on it 24/7” “fine,” I said looking back to the ground. The images of last night replay in my head.’ I don't know how I’m gonna hide this from the team, it's pretty big.’

... Okay so, I'm hoping this one will be a lot better and we'll written then the first. I looked back to read it and saw what a total mess it was. There were chapters out of order and in the wrong spots and chapters with the same thing on them.. ugh it was bad but I'm hoping to do better now that I'm in a better place and no longer in school:).

-from dear author, Luca