Awaited Encounter

Part 12~ last flashback

Warnings: mention of  self harm, suicide, and probably a few other things that will ruin your day

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I'm surrounded by people that either think I'm crazy or are crazy.

Back when I first walked through the elementary school halls of my first year, I never thought I'd end up here. Caged behind white walls and a metal door.

Hell, I bet no one who ends up in a mental hospital thought they would end up in one. Maybe I am crazy, crazy for 'visiting' this place for a fourth time. Even the staff are starting to get sick of my dark sapphire eyes and long mitched matched hair.

My black and white locks reach to my mid back. It's now been three years since my parents died. Three years since I've lost everything, two and a half years since I realized I lost Kou.

But I have found a way to cope with that.

"Stop it." A voice snapped at me.

A bitter smile graced my lips, "you seem to only come out when I am in this place." I tilted my head, making my white and black bangs shield my eyes.

A figure stopped by my door. I looked up to see a pair of familiar orbs looking down at me. My expression was replaced with a scowl as the door clicked open. A staff member bowed their head towards me, their face filled with misery just from looking at my state.

Those pair of eyes I hated so much grew a soft smile before releasing a tear. The staff member closed the door behind the female figure before walking away.

"Oh, my dear Keiji." A soft tone cooed in dread. "I was so worried about you. You must stop doing this to yourself. Scaring your dear mother to death."

My adopted mother, I wanted to correct but stayed quiet. I kept my eyes on the restrains that clung my body to the bed. I caught a glimpse at one of my old cuts I created from my first visit here.

The first two times I ended up here were all thanks to her. My adopted mother. The orphanage let me go a few years back. I was sad to leave Marry, but at the same time I barely felt anything anymore.

I rarely came out of my room because I didn't know what to trust. I didn't know what was real and what was fake. It's a terrible feeling, never knowing what you can reach out and touch.

"How many times have you been here." My mother whispered to herself, not expecting an answer to her ridiculous question. She knows, she knows it all. How many times I have been sent here because of my 'accidents'.

This is the only place she can't control me. The only place she can't rule every move I make. This woman has a deep obsession with me; ever since I first came home to her.

'You're going to do great things Keiji.'

Ever since she spoke those words to me, I felt like a mouse trapped in a cage.

"You can't hide here forever Keiji." My mother spoke again, her index finger flicking against one of the many scars on my body.

I take that back... I am not a mouse trapped in a cage. At least a mouse gets its own area to live and flourish in. It's more like I'm chained to her. Unable to take breaths without her counting them.

"Looks like we have to reapply the treatment." She mumbled when she saw my scars starting to reappear. There is a special cream my mother buys to cover the self-inflicted marks around my body. It takes about a month for the cream to evaporate. By that time, I put on another coat to make sure no one see's.