˗ˏˋ һᥱᥲr𝗍 s𝗍rіᥒgs'ˎ˗

𐬾𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟𐬾

The sound of an alarm going off blared throughout the once quiet room. The annoying sound woke up the brown haired boy from his slumber, he reached over turning the alarm off then sat up in bed. He blankly stared ahead at the wall for a few seconds before forcing himself out of his bed and going into his bathroom in order to freshen up.

After spending 5 extra long minutes in the bathroom he left out going over to his closet and picked out a simple over sized maroon hoodie and black cargo pants, after getting dressed into the outfit he left out of his room going downstairs and into the kitchen where he saw his mother quietly sitting down at the table eating while a plate of food sat in front of her. He wasted no time sitting down and began eating his own plate of food.

The brown haired boy finished eating and stood up grabbing his plate and walked over to the sink. Before he could reach the sink he felt himself stumble over something on the floor which caused him to let go of the plate and balance himself out. The sound of the plate crashing onto the floor filled both his ears and his mother's.

Pooki looked down at the broken plate and felt as his heart began to beat so fast against his chest that he was able to hear it in his own ears and he felt himself beginning to shake.

The sound of a chair scraping against the tile-like floor was followed by footsteps that inched closer and closer to him each passing second.

He turns around facing his mother and sees the furious expression on her face, ❝M-mom.. i-❞

Before he could finish she raised her hand and brought it down, slapping him. He felt the right side of his face burning from the stinging sensation.

❝Why can't you do anything right? All you had to do was put a simple dish in the sink without dropping it.❞

❝I'm sorry..❞ He apologized quietly and hung his head low feeling as tears began to prickle the corner of his eyes.

❝Is that all you ever have to say? Your stupid apology won't fix a broken plate. So fucking useless. That's all you ever are. Useless. Stupid. Weak. A fucking mistake!❞ She yelled each word with venom laced in her tone.

Pooki stood there taking in every word. He's heard these words countless times and yet each time they still manage to cut him deep as if his heart is being stabbed with a knife. He felt his tears leaving his eyes and rolled down his face, he knew he shouldn't be crying but he just couldn't help it.

Unfortunately for him his mother saw the tears. ❝And here you are crying like you're a little girl. Grow up Andrew. You're not a child anymore.❞

The chestnut color haired boy balled up his fist behind his back then spoke in a broken voice. ❝I'm sorry.. i didn't mean to cry.❞

His response only made his mother angrier. She slapped him again but much harder than before that it caused him to fall onto the floor where the broken pieces of the plate were laying. He grimaced at the pain that shot up his arms from the pain of the glass that pierced through the flesh of his palms.

❝STOP FUCKING APOLOGIZING! AND WIPE YOUR TEARS, YOU WEAK PIECE OF SHIT!!❞ She shouted at him before turning around and leaving the kitchen.

Pooki sat there waiting until he heard a door upstairs slam shut before forcing himself to stand up. He tried moving his hands less so the glass wouldn't be forced inside his hands any deeper as he left the kitchen and went into the nearest bathroom.

He opened the cabinet under the sink pulling out a rolled gauze along with a pair of tweezers and sat them on the counter then began using the tweezers to take out the pieces of glass. After taking it all out he then turned the water on cool and slid his hands under the water wincing in pain as it came in contact with his cuts.