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« 〟❝It'll always be you.
nobody else. ❞ 〟»
the pov will transition without a warning!
TW: abuse, and more.
You were finishing that last page of homework, it was already 4 am as you stayed up all night doing every subject. Might have to admit you hated school but anything for your 'precious' most 'dearest' mother. She was manipulative and abusive turning into the most disgusting person ever.
She would yell in your face with spit flying between her crooked, nasty teeth. Slap you in the face with her wrinkly old hands. Hit you with an old, cracked bat. Sometimes this would be an everyday thing only if she comes home drunk and high, of course.
That being said.
Your
Life
Was
Miserable.
My weak and bruised legs stumbled their way to Home Economics Room class. It was a class where you could cook and all sorts of stuff. This class was so far the best, my three friends. Only friends. Are in that class.
"Uo-chan, Hana-chan! Himi is here." the familiar, sweet voice called out from the class.
Tohru, the sweetest, most understanding a girl could be. She was the light to my dark, in all honesty. After you first glance at her everything lights up. Although she doesn't know about my situation with 'Mother' and will never know.
"Himari, late again, as always," Uo-chan exclaimed, taking the books that were cradled in my arms. "Y'know Himari, you really need to take a break. Those eyebags of yours are getting real nasty." she pointed out, placing the books on the counter.
I chuckled, "I agree Uo-chan. But I need to study for all my tests to pass exams." a fake smiled appeared on my face. I didn't want to stay till 4 am to study for stupid tests, I was forced. Easily I can tell Mother I did but if I don't study then my grades and exams will turn out horrible.
"You three! Move your hands, not your mouths!" she belted at us, making me jump from my spot. Her mouth slowly made an 'O' shape. "What?" she asked confused.
"We're done already, moron." Uo-chan bluntly said which made me giggle a little bit. I love how Uo-chan was so blunt about things and didn't care.
"Don't you talk big! I know Honda-san did all of this." the teacher stated the obvious. Tohru was such an amazing cook. She would cook me bento for lunch knowing I would be late.
I giggle at how Tohru reacted. Hana-chan opened the rice ball machine and simply said it was done. The teacher finally left, and Uo-chan sat down.
"Hey, guys, I'm going shopping with Hanajima after school. Wanna come?" she inquired.
"As much as I would love to, I cannot," I responded with a frown on my face. Their faces gave me a concerned look, knowing I would say "No" or "Family Problems".
"Family problems" I admitted.
"Hey, Himi? Is everything going okay at home?" my head perked up at the question. My hands my way in front of my face, showing two big thumbs up.
"Everything is great!" I happily said.
"Your waves are quite weird Himari." Hana-Chan butted in. Crap, those weird wavy things scare me. I gulped down the forming lump in my throat.
They all gave each other looks, "I would but I can't, I have work." Tohru started.
They started to talk about Tuition, which was quite boring. I gathered my books and the bento Tohru made for me, and left to go to the bathroom.
Wincing at the shot of pain that suddenly appeared, I collapsed to the floor. The hit marks from mother the other day were the worst hittings I have ever gotten in the past 4 years. The big bruise that had already stopped forming was swollen, my whole leg was swollen in fact.
I grabbed my backpack and fumbled through it for bandages/wrap. "Ah, Mother." tears started to stream down my face.
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School ended 2 hours ago, I was just randomly walking in different places, different routes, parks, and more. The sun slowly went down as the minutes passed, enjoying the last moments I could have to myself before I went back 'Home'. Why did I even call it Home, with an abusive alcohol addict as a mother. I was a 16-year-old kid trying to live life to its fullest, without worrying about their own problems and regrets.
Lost in my own thoughts, I realized I was going up a set of long, huge stairs. Although the pain throughout my body was restraining me to continue, I pushed through my limits, wincing to the pain shooting up my body.
How did I even end up here? A big mountain with a house on top, it was strange strange. I pushed my worries aside and made it to the top.
The house was beautiful, it could fit a family of 4 by the looks of it. It wasn't small or huge, it was a perfect house. I stared in awe as I made my way to the front door.
Should I knock? I checked the time on my phone and it was around 7pm. It took me about an hour to get here. I groaned.
I knocked on the door hesitantly, and quickly the door opened.
"Hello?"
