Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

1| Where It All Started

Mia Fujisaki's POV:

   I've lived my whole life trying to climb out of this hellscape. Nothing exists in this suffocating world other than pain, sorrow, and suffering. But she made it bearable, made me forget how cold the world is.  

   F/n L/n, you showed me a light that I never hoped to find. You mean the world to me... and that's horrifying. 

   I should begin where it all started. The story of my life. What a shit show. 

13 years ago:

   "Mommy, daddy, are we almost there yet?" I asked my parents, who were in the car seats in front of me. 

   We were driving along the highway. It was my 5th birthday, and they were taking me to an amusement park to celebrate. 

   My father, who was driving, looked at me through the mirror above him, "Almost, kid. Just a little further now." 

   I loved my parents. I didn't have any friends other than them, and the rest of my family was extremely questionable. They were all I had at that time. 

   I know that I took those times for granted. All those warm hugs, delicious meals, new toys; were something I should have cherished more when I had the chance.   

   It was my 5th birthday when I realized that; when I got my first taste of horror. Everything came crashing down. The world seemed to have stopped spinning. For my parents, it actually did... because the dead can't tell time.

   All I remember was an impact, then hearing a loud, blood-curtailing scream and a shooting pain in my arm. Warm liquid trickled down on my forehead as my throat started burning. 

   Eventually, the sounds of sirens filled my young ears as all I could see was flashing red and blue lights. 

   The paramedics pulled me out of the car just before it went up in flames. Even with my broken arm, I fought for my freedom, screaming, "MOMMY, DADDY!!! HELP THEM!!! HELP THEM!!! HELP THEM!!!!!" But my cries and protests weren't enough to bring them back. 

   All I remember after that was the sight of a girl around my age getting pulled out of the car behind ours. She had beautiful h/c hair and appeared to be passed out. Soon enough, I was the same, drifting off into the darkness, only to wake up and wish I died that day along with the only kindness I've ever known. 

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   Unluckily for me, my alcoholic uncle got custody. He wasn't the most pleasant person to be around. Actually, scratch that; if he had loaded guns in his house, I would have shot him in the head and then in the chest for some insurance. 

   He came home from work angry every day, throwing furniture, breaking glass, using my arm to put out his cigarette; you name it, he did it. 

   It's pretty pathetic when your 5 years old and contemplating whether death is better than life. It probably is, at least for me. Nothing could be worse than that. 

   My uncle did have a wife, but she liked to blame me for his abusive actions, and she never tried defending me when I was getting beaten to a bloody pulp, so she was pretty much useless.  

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   When I started school, I remember always having to cover my arms and legs. My uncle made sure I was always covered, scared of going back to jail. 

   Every day before school, he threatened to kill me if I told anyone about his hissy fits. That only made me tempted to get on top of the school building and rip off my overcoat. But, all jokes aside, my fear of the man stopped me from uttering a word.