if i were honest, would you believe me? // roblox flicker

1 | it gets worse day by day

TWs

Abuse

Blood

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THIRD PERSON

      "REZA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!" A male voice screams from the kitchen, the voice was so loud it startled Reza from inside his room, I bet even the neighbors heard. Reza was trembling, he was shaken up and his body hurt everywhere. He slowly got out of bed, hesitant to open his door but figured he'd be in more trouble if he didn't. So he opened his door and walked slowly down the stairs, his father was waiting for him with a green empty glass bottle that used to be filled with alcohol. He made his way into the kitchen, and he saw his father staring at a broken vase on the floor, the dirt was everywhere and the flowers looked like they were about to wilt. "Did you do this!?" His father screams loudly again, "ANSWER ME!!" Reza flinched. "N-no.." He felt tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. Why are you already about to cry? He didn't even hit you yet. The voice in his head speaks. "Then who did?" Reza notices the window above the sink was broken and a small soccer ball, which looked like a dog toy is on the floor. Someone must've thrown the ball into the window and knocked the vase down. "..S-someone threw a d-dog toy through the window and knocked the vase ov-" He gets cut off. "What kind of bullshit lie is that?!" His father chuckles. "I'm not lying! The window is-" (a/n: his father couldn't see the window, the window is a small rectangle that you will find in a bathroom, plus he was drunk)

Slap.

       Reza stumbles, almost falling to the floor but backing up to a wall. "Don't fucking talk back to me!" He kicks Reza to the floor and with the bottle in his hand, he slams it on his body. Reza screams, but not as loud as his father's yelling. "Shut up!" He grabbed Reza by the hair and slaps him again. "Clean up this mess." He lets him go and walks up the stairs and disappears from Reza's sight. Reza wipes away his tears, but more kept coming, he's pretty sure some of the glass pieces are stuck in his waist. 

       He slowly picks up the pieces of the broken vase and throws them in the trash. He gets a broom and dustpan and picks up the dirt and the flowers and throws them in the trash as well. For the broken glass from the window, he throws them away too, and just brings the curtain down. After he got done with that, he slowly walks back up the stairs to the bathroom, groaning in pain. He stares at the bathroom mirror, then at his hoodie. He lifts the hoodie up, green glass pieces stuck in the side of his waist, there was also a load of blood. He carefully removes each piece wincing at the pain. He wipes the blood away and digs into the sink cabinet in need of bandages, blood drips onto the cold marble floor. Bandages, found them. He thought. He wraps them around his waist tightly to stop the bleeding but not as tight as it could hurt him. After he got done with that, he takes his hoodie off and stares at it. It's ripped and covered in blood. Fuck. He thought. That was my favorite hoodie too. He decides to just wash it and hopes for the best. 

       Reza digs into his closet, searching for another hoodie to wear. He finds another black hoodie that had a cartoony cat on it. Didn't my mom give me this?  He thought. Might as well wear it. His mother got him that hoodie because he liked hoodies and cats. Wearing that brought memories of his mother, the only person who defended him from bullies and his dad. Tragically, she died from cancer in a hospital. She always told him to stay strong or to fight back. She loved her son so much, she brought him gifts and sometimes hid him from his father. She got into the hospital meaning no one would be there to help Reza, so he would often visit his mom every day, sitting by her side and letting her know she was not alone in fighting. When he has a bad time, he often tries to remember her words and he never threw away any of her gifts even if it was taking up too much space. I miss you, mom. He thought while flopping onto his bed, a sharp pain flowed through his waist and stomach, he winced. It eventually went away.

        Reza is 17, he is turning 18 in a month, meaning he could move away from his dad and live on his own, but he doesn't know how much longer he can take. His body is littered with scars and bruises from his father, it hurts everywhere, mentally, physically, and emotionally. If he waits one more month to move, he might wind up dead. It's hard to even make it through ONE day. 

         He quietly sobs, staring at the blank white wall in front of him. His hand reaches out to touch his fluffy brown hair, it's messy, probably from earlier. He's cold, it's cold in his room, and on his skin. He sinks into his thoughts for a while, until he hears a faint voice. 

Reza.

"Huh?"

Reza.

He gets up from his bed and looks behind. His eyes widened.

Reza. You are strong. Stay strong for me, okay?

"Mom?" He gets out of bed, a ghostly spirit looks at him before fading away. "Wait, mom!" He tries to chase it but it was too late. He stumbles to the floor.

What the fuck was that?

Was that a hallucination?

Or am I just finally going insane?

I think I'm finally losing my mind..

The brunet scratches his head, he was shocked and confused. No way, that looked way too real. He thought. Was I getting a message? He sighs, remembering those words. I'm not strong, I let myself get pushed around and one punch can take me out. The voice in his head paused. Well, I'm not weak at the same time for being able to survive this long.. I'm so confused.

He gets up from the floor and climbs back into bed. He tries to fall asleep but he couldn't, he couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. 

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