【𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒】[DISCONTINUED]

34.

He panted heavily, leaning against a metal pole. He sniffed, trying to surpress the tears. But it didn't work, big, fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, which were red from running so much.

Silence. The quiet sniffles and crys came to a stop, then were replaced with laughter.

But this laughter wasn't happy in anyway possible. It was sad, desperate, trying to convince itself that the reality it lived in, wasn't true.

But he knew better.

"I'm..just some stupid mistake..." He muttered to himself. "I'm a mistake." He chanted. Over and over. Again and again. Each time sound more and more broken, staying in contact with his reality. His terrible, sad, broken reality.

He clawed at his arms until they bleed crimson with every cry. "I'm a mistake!" This time it was louder. "Your nothing, but a..." he paused as he came to the realization, "...but a coward." He leaned back onto the pole.

Gently, he combed through his silky ginger hair that represented his father. Hazel eyes that replicated his mother's. Slowly, he looked at the scratched. They were now bright red marks that sting with every movement.

So, he stood there, alone.

Until-

"Hinata?"