Soft Boy

Starting life over fresh

Admins note:
    Ahh, the original write of this was literally written less then.. 2?? Years ago, and it's absolutely crap lmao. SO, I'm rewriting everything. Some things might be different, while the plots still gonna stay the same.
Anyways thank you for reading <3

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Denki stood in front of the cracked up mirror, tears of fear and hatred ran down his face as he listened to the tap water run down the drain. Pouring out from both the cold and warm tap as it flushed his badly cut hair down the sink, like some poor dead fish when a kids parents flushed it down the toilet.
Denkis body got heavy with regret as he gripped the chipped pair of scissors in his hand tighter, his other hand went up to check his shorter (hacked) at hair. Trying to make sure that this was actually real, and wasn't some messed up dream his brain was playing on him while he sobbed himself to sleep.
Once he checked his reality was in fact true, he felt his lips crack a small smile. Brushing away any tears of doubt from his bruised face, he turned off the tap and continued with what he had planned.
Placing the scissors in the medical cabinet he went for the bandages, the ones he spent hours upon to try and buy.
In secret from his parents.
Just so he could feel more like himself, he inhaled slightly before lifting his stupid frilly top his mother thought was pretty and brought him.
He didn't even have to look down and he knew it was horrible, his chest that was.
He felt so uncomfortable.. so dead inside that he had to suffer through this nightmare alone, but now he felt a form of relief as he began to wrap the white cloth around his worn out sports bra.
He only wore it because it made his mother happy, and because it made his chest look non-existent.
Despite the fact that he knew this would lead to his parents complete abandonment, he had to do this.
The blonde had to do something for himself for a change, even if his parents hated him in the end.
Denki inhaled as he closed his eyes and smiled softly, gripping the side of the sink. A soft sob falling from his lips, feeling truly like himself made him feel weird.. different even.
For the first time in years, denki didn't feel suffocated, he didn't feel trapped under his mother's shadow.
He finally felt.. Like himself.

Denki woke up in a cold sweat, wiping the droplets off his forehead with the back of his hand as he breathed in deeply. Each sound of the alarm brought him back into his own little world as he realised that the bad enough dream, once reality, wasn't his life anymore.
Heart racing, he finally opened his eyes to glance at the contents of his teenage boy room. That stunk of overnight noddles, and the light sweat of odour.
Sleepiness attacked his eyes as denki wiped the corner of them, his hair a huge mess from the uncomfortable pillow that made him sweat throughout the night.

Mhm.. a shower seems nice..

More thoughts sounded in his brain as he got out of the bed, the coldness of the morning open window attacked the bareness of his legs.
Causing goosebumps to arrive, his eyes closed once again as he sat back down on the edge of the bed. Still in the stage of waking up.
Yawning before he walked lazily to the small bathroom connected to his bedroom.

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Admin note:
Apologies that this chapter isn't great!!