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🗺𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2: 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛🗺

Huge TW for S/H and s3xu@l @bu$3 in this chapter please be careful

Korekiyo POV:

   It's now 5 in the afternoon, and I open the door to my house. Suddenly I hear a high-pitched voice of a female I know all too well. "Hey, Kiyo-Kiyo! Why are you home so late?" Miyadera, my sister, asks me. "...I was at the library," I answer. "Awww why? Do you not love me?" She says in her sing-song tone. "Of course I love you I just wanted-" she cuts me off. "Hmm I don't believe you, but okay!"

I run up the stairs and close my door, which conveniently doesn't have a lock. how lucky. I sit my bag down and pull out my schoolbooks and start to read the assigned work. Suddenly I hear my door open, and a weight on my shoulder. "I was thinking, Kiyo, Were you lying about loving me?"Sister tells me. "O-of course n-not-" I stutter out, panic gripping me. "Then say it." "W-wha-" "Tell me you love me." Says Sister. "...I love you-" "louder." "I love you," I mutter out. I do love her. I don't care how many times she does things I don't want, I love her. She doesn't mean it, I know she's doing it for me. Because she loves me.

She then pushes me roughly against the bed and twirls her fingers against my chest. "Then show me," she whispers in my ear, and I prepare myself both physically and mentally for what would happen next. I feel her fingers pull on my sweater and then endure the rest of what I know would go on.

🤍𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛🤍

I sit against the headboard, shaking, pain filling all of my senses. I have no clothing on whatsoever, the only thing covering my body is the blanket of my bed. Tears poured down my face.
She's doing this because she loves you.
She's showing her love to you.
You don't deserve her love when you cry about it.
"B-be quiet-"

Why are you crying?
You're just selfish.
"S-shut I-it"

You're not giving her everything.
You don't deserve H E R.
"I said be quiet"

She gives you everything and you take it without thanks.
You shouldn't have her love.
"BE QUIET"

Why are you still sitting here in your thoughts?
You don't deserve friends.
You might as well be dead to them.
And then I screamed. I don't know why. I know no one could hear me. But I screamed until my vocals fried. What I don't know is there was someone outside my house who can hear it. And that they care. My eyes wander around my room and settle on the scissors on my desk.

Just do it, you know you should.
Feel pain for her.
"N-no-"

She likes it when you feel pain.
"I'm not doing that."

You wouldn't want to disappoint Sister, would you?
"..."

Would you?
"..."

I get up out of my thoughts, still having the blankets wrapped around me, and grab the scissors. I look down at my already scar-filled wrists. "..a few more could not hurt I suppose." So I spread the blades and gently push them against my skin, to test the waters so to speak. I push harder until it breaks the skin, then I do that all around my wrist. My arms, now battered, bruised, and bloodied, are quite the sight. But I don't feel enough pain, so I continue onto my thighs. I cut until I get lightheaded. But it's for Sister, so it's okay. And then I fall asleep.

🤍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐🤍

I slowly awake from my dreamless sleep and look at myself, flung against a chair, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, my long, teal hair in tangles. The bruises and marks left on me. The dried blood dripping down my arms. And then I remember what happened last night. I stand up and pick out a set of clothing that would cover the mess that was me. A black turtleneck, with jeans and boots.  Before putting my outfit on, I use foundation to cover up my marks and scars, then get dressed. After brushing out my hair, I put on my mask. Sister says it makes me look better and hides my face a bit more, so I wear it without complaint. I go downstairs and don't grab breakfast, I don't need to eat anyway.

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A/N is not me projecting onto a fictional character not- in all seriousness, if you deal with any of these problems, try and speak professional help, It's helpful. Tip: beating up a tree with a bat reduces your urge to slit your wrists, Take care dear reader <3 (6/2/21 Okay so I learned most people use Miyadera for Korekiyo's sister so I edited that)
-Sphinx