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I have finally decided to update again~ although I warn you, my main priority is now a story I'm about to finish, Blind, and one I'm about start~ so yeah.

Chapter song// Secrets, by Mary Lambert//

//Sasuke Uchiha POV//

"Now go to your room"

The husky male voice stated to me. I quickly nodded as tears ran down my pale cheeks and off my face. I clump my way to my room- not really caring if I bump into a wall or trip. It doesn't matter, I already look like I've been falling and tripping all day. As I rush into my small room and shut the door behind me, I begin to yelp loudly.

I hate myself.

I raise my hand before my face- staring in detail towards every bruised injury and stitch I had made. It was disgusting- I was disgusting.

My father says I am- yet he...

I immediately cover my sobbing face at the thought of what he does. He hurts me so much- but it's my own fault. If I weren't such an incapable child- mother and brother would still be here. They would be smiling, playing our game of cards, and even cooking and eating together- but ever since the day they left, father has hated my very existence.

I hate my very existence.

I stand up and take deep breaths in and out- I need to calm down before classes start, I have 3 hours. I walk towards the door in fear of bumping into my father outside my room- but decide I either take the risk, or skip classes. The second one isn't really an option. If my father hurts be without anyone calling and claiming about bad grades- I can't imagine the pain I would feel if someone did call him from school.

Shaking the bad thoughts from my head- I slowly open the door and walk out, shutting the door behind me. I lurch towards the bathroom at the end of our long hallways, then immediately enter and shut the door. He should be asleep by now- nothing to worry about.

Once inside the bathroom I immediately begin to cover the mirror with a blanket I hide inside the restroom cabinet. From top to bottom- I cover it. I hate seeing my body, I hate seeing the bruises and stitches on my stomach and legs. Once I finish, I begin to pour myself a hot bath- and put in a bath bomb I bought at the same convenient store I got my concealer at.

Once the water feels warm enough- I slowly enter the white bathtub.

Why do I always feel kind of deja vu-ish while in a hot bath? My body is overcome by relaxation and serenity. I wish I could just stay here forever and never leave. I feel as my eye lids become lower and almost unbarely heavy- impossible to keep up. I slowly feel my body numb and drift away into the world of slumber. I peacefully drift into slumber...