Deadass. | Tokyo Revengers

Chapter 2

  TW: thoughts of self-harm and abuse

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   After her lessons were over Y/N began packing her bag. Her pencil rolled off of her desk and hit the ground. As she reached to pick up her pencil, she paused.

"Hey Kisaki, can you show me how the teacher got the answer for question three?" Tachibana's familiar voice rang in her ears. Looking up, Kisaki began showing Tachibana how to solve her problem. 

'Wait, Tachibana and Kisaki both go to this cram school too?! How did I not notice? That means she got away from those middle schoolers. I should ask her if she's okay just to make sure.'

Just as Y/N was going to make her way up to Tachibana. She heard a ring from her bag, alarm bells set off in her head. She grabbed her bag quickly leaving the classroom. Not even noticing she had shoved Kisaki's shoulder while leaving.

"Ugh, hey what was that for- Wait Y/N?!" Tachibana's shouts were ignored as Y/N ran off. Frantically she fished her phone out of her bag and she answered the call. 

Her mother's angry voice rang from the other side, "Why are you not outside already? We are going to be late! You stupid girl!" 

"I'm sorry," a meek voice answered back. The call ended and tears began to collect in Y/N's eyes as she ran. Making it to the front of the building where parents were waiting she paused. Wiping away her tears before pushing the door and leaving the building.

She ran towards her parents' car and got in. "You are ten minutes late." Her mother coldly stated. Y/N lowered her head and looked down at her feet. 

"It'll be your fault if we get to your practice late." Her fathers' hollow voice filled the car.

Silence engulfed the car then Y/N spoke up, "I'm sorry it's still my first day here and it's hard adjusting-"

"Well, that's not a good excuse. I had to do a lot of work to get us to Shibuya. You are so ungrateful. The least you could do is stick to our schedule." Y/N's mother spoke looking back at her through the car's vanity mirror.

"Were you crying again?" Her mother let out a sigh. "How many times must I repeat myself? Y/N don't cry, especially in front of others. You look ugly when you cry." Y/N looked out the window and tried to ignore what her mother told her. Instead, she focused on her balled-up fist as she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. 

'She can't hurt me if I do it myself... I wish she'd say one nice thing to me.'

    They had made it to Y/N's gymnastics practice. Once she got out of the car and got her duffle bag containing her stuff for practice her father drove off with her mother in a rush. The pit in her stomach felt heavy. She was new to this gym; she didn't have friends in her new gymnastics class.

'This is boring, I used to have so much fun doing somersaults, cartwheels, and even handsprings... But now it feels like a chore. Maybe I could ask mom and dad to do a different sport? No, they'd never agree to that. They probably already paid for all my classes.'

Then she paused, feeling someone looking at her. Y/N turned her head but only saw the wall. So she continued to think as she stretched. 

'What if I ask to do another sport on top of my gymnastics classes?... That might actually work. I just need to come up with a good argument and catch mom and dad on a good day.' Y/N scoffed. 'When are they ever having a good day? They're always in a bad mood.'

Regardless, the thought of a brand new sport Y/N could partake in was exciting. She was in a good mood for the rest of her gymnastics class. One of the coaches even complimented her on her round-off. By the end of her class, it was 8 pm and Y/N waited for her parents to come to pick her up. As time passed, her stomach growled.

'They're taking longer than usual.' She sighed her body was sore and her hunger grew. 'Wait, I remember there was a vending machine inside.' Heading back into the building she found the snack machine. Luckily she found some money in her bag and bought chips and a can of soda.
Walking back outside to wait for her parents, she heard a car pull up. Finally, after an hour they had arrived. 

She was relieved and walked up to the car. Her mother stepped out of the passenger's seat. Y/N spoke, "I was worried you wouldn't come-" The soda can was ripped from her hand and thrown to the ground. 

Her mother's hand came down with a smack, "You can't drink that! You're already fat as it is. We wouldn't want you looking like a pig." 

Having dropped her bag of chips on the ground. Y/N stood in shock as she held her cheek. 

"Come in, let's go." her mother yelled from the car. Reluctant at first, Y/N dragged herself into the car and they began to drive home. 

'I can't decide what hurts more... Maybe they'd love me if I was good at something...' Y/N bit her lip as tears threatened to fall. She refused to cry in front of her mother, instead choosing to bite down on the inside of her cheek till she drew blood.

Once she got home she went straight to bed.

The next day Y/N was walking to school. She was actually excited to go to school since she had a friend there, Tachibana. Plus at school, she didn't have to listen to her mom. She starts thinking about what happened yesterday.

'Maybe mom was just really stressed out yesterday. I know she can be really mean sometimes but maybe she was just worried about my health. Right, she just wants me to do my best. That's why she was tough on me. If I can prove that I'm the best then she'll stop being so mean to me.' 

The school was in view and Y/N dashed towards the school, her newfound goal pushing her forward. She wanted to be the best no matter the cost. Because that's what would make her mother happy.

'When every mom is happy, so am I.'

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I don't know how frequently I'll post yet, but I think this post is faster than it would usually be. I was just really excited to post a new chapter.