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I know updates have been slow, and for that I give you my sincerest apologies. I don't mean to take so long but I honestly want to give you guys quality over quantity, also typing on my phone is a pain at times.
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Anyhoo! On with the chapter. _________________________________________________________________
The morning after, his life finally came crashing down full force. Shinsou had stayed back from school, opting to lay in bed, a strange numbness taking over his small existence. The world around him seemed to dull, all color gaining a gray haze over it. His ears became deaf to his surroundings, his nose incapable of smelling the scents of his room. Even his sense of taste became nothing, a feeling of sand taking over.
Gradually he shut down, mind now only mulling over the 'what ifs' that popped up. Thinking of the 'what ifs' was dangerous and eventually his 5yr old mind spiraled in a way that was hard to get out of. Even if he tuned back into the world, he would still live as if it was always a cloudy day.
Numb and oblivious to the world around him, the young boy stared up at the ceiling. In the span of 2 days violet eyes went from bright with a slight sheen to hollow and lifeless.
He wasn't stupid, so when he had computed everything and rested he came to realize his quirk was the reason behind his abandonment. His quirk, his cursed quirk with the ability to control others, was the reason the other kids either avoided or bullied him. His quirk was the reason behind his parents finally having enough and leaving. Thinking about it now he gathered that he was abandoned the night before last. He didn't see his parents yesterday morning. Yeah they avoided him but he still saw them in the morning to some degree, his catching a glimpse of them in the living-room counted. Yesterday he didn't even check, simply trusted them to be there like any 5yr old. It was sad really, parents were meant to love their children unconditionally and yet the smallest thing can make one abandon their young. Pathetic.
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Hours passed before Shinsou had left his numb state long enough to care for his well being. He cleaned his ragged state up, ate, hydrated, then went back to laying in bed like a corpse, unmoving and dead to the outside world. He didn't have school that day or the next anyway, it was saturday.
The routine went on for days, only breaking to go to school. He was numb, yes, but that didn't mean he could stop learning.
Shinsou thought that nothing could get worse but oh how wrong he was. He was naive and in the end it cost him.
A few weeks or so after the initial abandonment Shinsou's life once again went downhill.
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Nearly a month
living alone taught the young Shinsou. First he learned that's silent house was a scary house, sleep became near nonexistent and at the young age of 5 insomnia became a permanent resident, leaving the child anxious and drained.
Second, he learned that food only lasted so long. When his parents left food was still present in the cabinets, pantry, and fridge/freezer, not much though. From memory he knew they were due a trip to the market a few days after they left, without money nor actual knowledge on such things, he was left with what he already had. Seeing as he was only five, he really only knew how to make instant ramen and frozen meals, all that took was reading and following the few instructions given.
Third, school. With his current seemingly walking corpse state, the children at school were enticed by the opportunity to bully him in something other than his quirk. The name 'Zombie' became a second name for Shinsou when attending school. Luckily he was relieved of the bullying 19 days after his birthday. When the 20th came summer followed suit, leaving Shinsou with 40 days of just him. Those days were the worst despite not being constantly bullied, at least when he was bullied people were interacting with him.
Without his parents those 40 days were filled with silence minus the occasional whimper stimming from Shinsou as he attempted to sleep. It never came.
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Dull violet eyes stared into the darkness, seemingly unseeing and yet all seeing at the same time.
They saw nothing, only the dark recess of the room, faintly illuminated by the silvery moonlight that trickled through partially drawn curtains.
They saw everything. The demons that lurked within, using the shadows as cloaks of invisibility. They saw the sorrow, sorrow that plagued the home, infesting all corners with its sickly sludgelike presence. They saw memories, memories of days long since passed. Memories of days when joy filled every room, chasing away the demons with laughter, smiles and love.
A soft sigh and the eyes closed blocking out the images not wanting to see them.
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Days passed, time seemingly having slowed down to a snail's pace. Days bleeding into each other, the young Shinsou unaware of it as he later curled up in his bed staring blankly at the way.
Time ticked away slowly, the shadows created by the sun, creeping slowly across his barren walls. He was vaguely aware of the passage as time and golden-orange light turned to a pale silvery blue.
Despite that, he still refused to leave his bed unless it was for the bare minimum consisting of the occasional small snack, cup of water, or bathroom break. Besides those he melded with his bed, his small form laying atop the covers, the chilly air causing goosebumps to span across his pale skin.
It was taking a toll on him. His cheeks becoming sunken, ribs becoming more apparent; almost as if they were aching to rip free of his skin. He was already light for his age, but this was unhealthily so. It was to the point that he constantly felt cold, never once attempting to cuddle beneath the warmth of the blankets. He felt weak and tired, the bag beneath his eyes standing out against his skin.
Heh, he was only five, and yet it felt as if the world was falling down upon him, crushing him beneath the weight of grief and self hatred. What a harsh reality.
The world was cruel.
At five Shinsou learned this sad truth.
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