Sky blue eyes is all I want to see

The beginning

Time: before "I'll prove you wrong"

"Enjoy your childhood they said"

"Live life, you only have one they said"

But if I were to live my life, I wouldn't live anymore.

If I would do something against my parents will, I would go to bed without dinner, and that was the best punishment of them all.

Hitting with the belt, hitting me and causing their rings to cut the skin of my cheeks.

But the torture knife was the worst.

I only saw it once, it barely came to use, but it was painful as fuck.

A small little knife, sharp to cut through paper, not much bigger then a X-acto knife.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was as tin as a twig, blue and black spots all over my lower body, here and there a few scars.

I grabbed some clothes to hide away everything, I don't want to draw attention.

Walking into the kitchen, hoping for a bit of food.

I reached down to the plate with toast, only to be stopped by my father grabbing my wrist.

'You're a minute late', he said, looking up from the news paper.

My body stiffened.

'I'm sorry fa-', I tried, only to be hit across the face.

At least I was lucky it was the hand with no rings.

'Go to school, no breakfast today', he said, letting go of my wrist.

'Of course father', I mumbled.

He raised his hand.

'Of course father', I said louder, forgetting he hates mumbling.

He lowered his hand again.

I quickly walked out of the house.

'Thom!'

I turned around, to be lifted up by Turo, my best friend.

'Hey Turo', I brought out.

He put me down.

'How are you so light?', he asked.

'How are you so strong?'

'I'm the son of a farmer'

'Tsk'

Walking together with him was nice.

No need to worry about my parents, about anything at all.

'I have a girlfriend', Turo said, breaking the silence.

I turn to him.

'You? A girlfriend?'

'Yes I'm taken'

'Taken away by your imagination?'

'Thomas!'

'What? Have you seen yourself?'

He groaned.

'I want you to meet her'

'Do I have to meet your girlfriend?', I said, jokingly irritated.

'As my best friend and the best man of my future wedding? Yes'

'Babe!'

A girl came running to my best friend.

'I hope you don't mind if I brought my bestie with me as well', she said, while rapping her arms around his neck.

'I don't, you Thom?', he said.

'No I don-', I said, but my heart skipped a beat seeing the "bestie".

Raven coloured hair was flowing down her shoulders.

Her outfit consisted of a sleeveless top, half fallen off black jacket, black jeans that were wider at the endings, and black boots.

But even tho she dressed like a depressed motorcyclist, her sky blue eyes seemed full of life.

She stuck her hand out with the most dashing smile ever.

'Reshes', she said.

When I shook her hand, it seemed like shocks of electricity were send through my body, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight.

'Thomas', I was be able to bring out without my voice cracking or mumbling.