Ranboo angst

"Too young to know abuse"

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Tw:
Abuse
Swearing
Crappy people
Neglect
Alcoholism
Smoking
Violence
Gore
Panic attacks

Third person:

The independent 12 year old, lay motionless on the floor of his own bedroom. After being beat senseless by his mother, who had left once more. Most likely to live a better life.
Ranboo's POV:

Drained, my eyelids fluttered open, the blank ceiling met my gaze. Shirt damp and stained scarlet as it stuck poorly to the floor boards. With my body left in agonizing pain, I winced as I arose back to my bare feet.

Making a poor attempt to not step on my own blood, I reached the bathroom door. Entering quickly, locking myself in, I glared at the state I was in through the mirror.

A large gash split across my forehead, dried blood around the recently scabbed over cut. Many bruises of different sizes littered my body. I guess I can find excuses for this. Lord am I glad that gym class was cancelled today.

Turning the tap, I cupped my hands under the cold water, before bringing it my forehead. Soon enough clear liquid became a harsh red. I wince as a stinging sensation runs over my now soaked skin.

Giving up on cleaning the wounds by hand, I opened the large cupboard next to the door. Grabbing a large towel, I closed the door again before placing it on thr small drying rack in the corner of the room before getting into the shower.

Turning the dial, searing water landed on my smooth skin. The burning not effecting me much. Warm showers always gave me a feeling of comfort when I took them. Taking some shampoo in my hands, I smothered it into my hair. Attempting to get the flecks of dry blood out before I had to start my day properly. After that, I washed my flesh with bodywash as it rinsed off.

Now finished with the shower, I turned it off before stepping out and wrapping myself in the clean fluffy towel.

Carefully, I rubbed the material on my drenched skin and try my best not to put to much pressure on any of my injuries.

After he was done with that:

I put on a black turtleneck jumper on along with some jeans, a pair of socks and old nike shoes that barely fit his feet.

Walking down the steep stairs, I spotted the envelope and note on the kitchen counter. Already knowing where this was going, I walked passed it and grabbed a bowl. Taking the cereal box from one of the cupboards, I poured the hoop shaped edibles into a bowl. Walking over to the fridge and opening it, I took the carton of milk back to where my meal was. I poured the substance in before closing the cap and returning it to the original spot in the fridge.

Picking up a spoon on my way past, I sat infront of my breakfast before reaching for the note. Skimming through the messy handwriting, I acknowledged that I'd be alone here again. By myself.

I mean what do you expect, dad died a while back. If only he was still here. Maybe we could have been happy. He would have stopped her from doing this to me.

Well no shit, if he wasn't dead she wouldn't be taking out stress on me. A literal child. I just can't let her suffer which is why I do for her.

Finishing my cereal, I placed the dishes in the sink before preparing for the long journey to school. Running up the stairs, I grabbed my memory book before walking over and placing it in my torn backpack.
Zipping it up and hoisting it on my back, I took the spare key before beginning the long journey.

After he got to school:

Out of breath, I walked into my math classroom just before the bell rang. Sitting in my seat at the back of the room, I placed my bag infront of me before unzipping it and rummaging around for my airpods. Once I found them I placed them in my ears and turned on one of my playlists. Taking a large plaster out of my bag, I struggled to place it over the gash in my forehead.

Once I had gotten all of my needed items and placed them neatly on my desk, I gazed out of the window mindlessly. I couldn't be bothered to listen to my teacher ramble about useless information that I already knew.

I didn't notice my vision blur before it was too late. My head fell onto the wooden desk with a loud thud before I slipped into unconsciousness.

When he woke up, in the nurses office:

"Alright kid, that cut on your forhead was what caused this shit. Where did you even get that?" The rude nurse asked.

Oblivious to how bad my situation truly was, I told her everything. Well I couldn't blame myself really. I thought it was normal. Afterall, I had been experiencing this for just about five years now.

The nurse in front of me began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Silly boy, kids like you are too young to know abuse."

She said once she caught her breath.

Time skip to his current age:

"Heh, t-too young t-to k-kn-ow ab-abuse"

My eyes shut as I took my last breath.

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