The Unwanted Legacy

Ch-6: Basically, "the fuck"

^the above picture is Mia (She is cute, isn't she?)

Trigger Warning: mentioned self harm

As my butt suddenly crashed on some hardwood floor, the first few thoughts that came to my mind were:

First: What the fuck?
Second: Why the fuck?
Third: How the fuck?
Fourth: Who the fuck?
Fifth: When the fuck?

***

"Krishna, why did you not attend practice?"

"Umm, I was feeling sick at time" I was apparently found passed out on the floor and was rushed to the medical room. I never thought life could get more embarrassing than that, and I am someone who has nearly pissed their pants till the age of thirteen.

"I am disappointed in you, Krishna. A bit of sickness shouldn't have lead to you returning from school early"

I wanted to say, 'Oh sorry dad, didn't know getting unconscious was a choice!' but I knew how badly my father wanted me to excel in the game. I just lowered my head in shame and whispered an apology.

It was really obvious that I was adopted, my mom and dad were both of average heights, while I was almost five foot ten, and didn't really seem like it was going to stop any soon. Even though they both weren't dark skinned, I was way too pale in comparison. Add that all to the fact that I had a completely different facial structure than them.

But blood or not, we were family.

I flopped onto my bed and recollected my thoughts which were sprawled across in the void of my brain. When I had asked my class teacher about miss Indrani, she had told me that there was no one with that name, but I could still hear that woman's voice in every inch of my body.

I slept for a while and was called for football practice. As I undressed from casuals, my gaze met the girl in the mirror. A bit too many scars, now turning pale from deep red were lying all over my body. Some were a result of my clumsiness while most were self-made. A dainty yet somewhat sickly blue hue visible near my chest and hips. I observed those blemishes I put on my own self as I went deep in thought about the days I felt the absolute need to cut, the very days I cut, but now, I had been going clean for a week now, having the target for a month.

Hating how I looked, yet couldn't help but stare, especially at a huge imprint of a claw going through my left shoulder, deep golden instead of red. I flinched as soon as I touched it. It had happened once, not too long ago, but not so recently, yet I didn't like remembering the event. Heaving an exasperated sigh, I changed into the red pair of shorts and T-shirt, and soon exited my room with a rather sad look on my face.

A/N: not proofreaddddddddddd