We're Here Kid

The Abuse

~This is being told in Shinso's point of view~

I wake up to my mother screaming in my face, mostly slurs.

She reeks of alcohol. I have to pinch my nose to keep from gagging.

She doesn't take that well. She starts hitting and kicking me, screaming even worse things at me.

Then she grabs me by my hair and drags me downstairs.

I can't do anything except scream and plead for her to let me go.

Instead, she drags me to the kitchen and throws me against the counter, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Stupid villian! If you want to be a hero so bad how come you can't deal with the pain, huh?! Heroes have to feel pain worse than this!" She shouts, grabbing a pot.

Oh shit… I know what she's doing…

I breathe heavily, tears running down my face.

"M-Mom please-" I start, only to be interrupted.

"I told you it was ma'am to you!" She shrieks.

I flinch. "Y-Yes ma'am!"

Soon, she grabs me by my hair again and pulls me up, bent over the counter with my shirt off.

"This is what you get villainous brat." She says.

Before I can blink, boiling hot oil is being poured down my back, I can't help but scream and cry in pain.

She only chuckles sadistically, grinning like a psychopath.

I already have skin peeling off from the heat, third degree burns covering my back.

Once she's finally done she lets go of my hair and puts the pot in the sink, leaving me curled up in a ball on the floor, crying from the searing pain.

"Get up and get ready for school brat!!" She shouts before passing out on the couch.

I shakily stand, practically crawling to my room to get dressed.

I add to my collection of self harm scars, then cover any and all bruises and cuts with foundation.

Before you ask, no, I don't like being in pain, I self harm because it's the only thing I can do that I want to do, not something my mother makes me do.

I'm barely conscious as I get dressed, grabbing my bag and holding it in my hand, like hell I'm going to put it on my back.

I want to slip so badly, but I can't, not yet.

I get many concerned looks from strangers as I walk past them, probably because I'm limping like I'm half dead.

It hurts so much to move that I'm tempted to just let myself pass out, but I force myself to keep going, I refuse to miss class.

Class… oh shit I'm going to be late!

I quickly dash as fast as I can to school, ignoring the immense pain I was feeling.

I  just barely make it through the front gate when the first bell rings.

I have to hurry… they'd call my mother if I'm late.

I quickly put my things away in my locker, then quickly head to the classroom for homeroom, which is 1-C.

I sit in my seat in the very back right corner of the room, next to the window.

I make sure not to lean back against the seat, that would not be pleasant…

The back of my uniform felt wet…

"Shinso, why is the back of your uniform covered in blood and what looks like water?"

My homeroom teacher, Present Mic, better known as Hizashi Yamada, asks concerned.

Fuck.