TW: Self Harm
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-Mika's POV-
It was a nice day at the home.
The sun was shining, there weren't any clouds in the sky and everything seemed to be going smoothly. The children were happy, running outside with kites and cooling off their feet in the small pond on the house's grounds.
I sat outside reading a book under a tree. I casually looked at the sky.
I didn't know the reason, but it made me homesick. It reminded me of the times I would use my bow and arrow to get apples off trees. I would never eat them, but rather give them to the hungry.
I sighed as Apollo walked up to me with a troubled look on his face.
"What do you want?" I asked him rolling my eyes and slamming my book shut.
"It's about Azaleus. He refuses to eat, sleep or drink and I don't know why." He says rubbing his arm as he speaks. "I'm worried about him, he won't talk to me either." He says looking at the grass and putting his knees up to his chest.
I started feeling some empathy for him, until I lost the feeling.
"If I was him I wouldn't talk to you either." I say with a smirk.
"S-shut up!"He says stealing my book from the ground and smacking me with it.
"Ah! What the hell?" I say putting my hands on my head.
"You deserve it." He says. "And I was being serious Risa."
"My name is Mika, not Risa. Where did you get that from?" I say in confusion.
"Bad with names." He says shrugging his shoulders.
"Anyways, about "azAleUs". What do you want me to do?" I ask him.
"It's pronounced Aza-lee-uhs , not Ah-zay-lee-uhs." He says correcting me trying to sound smart.
"Whatever. So do you want me to be his therapist or something?" I ask putting my hand on my forehead.
"Actually-"
"Please don't tell me that's what you want me to do." I say putting my hands on his shoulders.
"Well........" I shake him.
"I don't want to be a therapist, I'm not even comforting!" I cry out. "I'd probably ruin his self-esteem and damage his mental health more." I say.
"Well just try, not even Lady Windstor can get to him." He says standing up and leaving.
I sigh. 'It's always me...'
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I knock on the door. "Zero? You okay?" I try to turn the knob but it's locked.
"Go away!" He yells. From the way he yelled at me, I could hear the agony and sadness in his voice.
I grabbed a hairpin from my hair and unlocked the door.
I stared in horror.
There were cuts on his arms, more than there were before.
There was a knife in his hand and he was shaking and crying. Blood was visible on the ground.
"Zero!" I ran to him and took the knife from his hand. I put it on a high dresser and got a bandage roll from a drawer.
"Azaleus are you alri-"
"Azaleus? What happened !!?" Cleo ran into the room rushing to his side aswell.
"He was cutting his wrists with a knife, I picked the lock when I heard him crying" I explained while I cleaned his wounds and bandaged them.
"Beatrice Jade!" She yells into the hallway.
Beatrice walks through the door. "Yes mother?"
"Can you be a dear and heal Azaleus please?" She asks with tears in her eyes.
"Yes Mother." She walks over to him and unravels his bandages.
She puts her hands on the wounds and they glow. Then they disappeared into thin air.
"Don't do that again Azaleus, I'll be weak." She stands up and leaves.
Cleo gets up to leave. "Just lay down Azaleus." She takes the from the dresser and walks out the room.
I slap Zero with all my might. "What the hell??" He asks putting his hand to his cheek.
"What hell is right? Why would you hurt yourself like that?? You scared me!" I yell at him tears coming out of my eyes.
He doesn't answer turning his head and getting off the ground into his bed.
"I deserve it."
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