My Hero // Baji Keisuke

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⚠️Warning: Domestic Violence

April 1, 2002

It was the first day of school. You didn't want to go back to school since you had no friends and no one would talk to you. Even if you didn't want to go, you knew it was better than staying home. You got dressed for school and left. You had skipped breakfast since there was nothing for you to eat.

Arriving at school, you saw what class you're supposed to be in and went to where you were supposed to go.

"She's cute."

"Imagine having a girlfriend like her."

"I would stay away from her. She doesn't talk to no one and is just a loner."

"I heard her parents beat her up."

You ignored the comments your classmates made about you. They would just talk about you and all you did was ignore them. The one thing that did make you feel upset was how they would talk about your family situation. You never talked about yourself or your family to anyone, so it was suspicious how they knew. You'd even cover up your bruises so no one would question you.

The school day finally ended. You grabbed all your stuff and left. Once you got home, you heard your parents arguing. This wasn't the first time you had to witness this.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Your father yelled.

"MY FAULT?! THIS IS ALL YOU! IF YOU HAVE NEVER SCREWED ME OVER AND GOT ME PREGNANT, THEN WE WOULDN'T HAVE A MISERABLE LIFE!" Your mom yelled back.

You went to your room still hearing them. You got tired of their yelling, so you left and went to the park near your house. You sat under a tree and just stared up at the sky zoning out. Your eyes felt heavy and you eventually fell asleep. You were taking a nap for sometime when you felt someone shaking your shoulder. You slowly opened your eyes.

"Hey, wake up."

You rubbed your eyes and saw a boy with short black hair.

"What are doin sleeping here?"

You panicked. "O-Oh, uh, n-nothing." You said as you shyly looked away. You then noticed the sun was starting to go down. "I-I have to g-go." You said as you got up and quickly walked away.

"Weird girl." The boy said as he saw you leave.

Once you got home, your dad was in the couch drinking again. "Hey you! Where the hell have you been?" Your dad asked.

"I just went to the park."

"Whatever, not like I care." Your dad said as he took a sip of his beer.

You went to your room. You started crying wondering why your parents hated you. You just wanted your parents to love you. Your parents never gave you love and attention and would just lash out at you. You would just think of yourself as a burden. You would always think that it would've been better if you were never born.

The next day...

You were walking home when someone ran into you. This made you fall onto the ground.

"Argh. What the hell?!" You heard someone say. "Oh shit. Are you ok?" He asked realizing who you were.

You then looked up. It was the same boy from yesterday. He held out a hand to help you up. Not wanting the boys help, you got yourself up.

"I-I'm fine." You said as you picked up your bag and dusted your clothes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." The boy said as he scratched the back of his head.

"I-It's ok." You said looking down not wanting to look at him. "I-I have t-to go now." You walked passed by him leaving him there.

"Such a weird girl." He said as you walked away.

As you arrived at your front door, you heard a big crash coming from inside your house. You slowly opened the door to see broken glass on the floor. You then saw your mom shaking in fear crying. Your father heard you come in and glared at you. He then grabbed a vase nearby and threw it at you. You dodged it as it hit the wall. A piece of the broken vase flew and cut your cheek.

"YOU!" He said as he started walking towards you. He grabbed your shirt and slapped you. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN THEN I WOULD'VE HAD A BETTER LIFE! BUT NOOO! NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU AND YOUR PATHETIC MOTHER!" He yelled as he let go and left to the kitchen to grab some beer.

You were crying while holding your cheek. You ran to your room locking your door. You laid down in your bed covering yourself in your blanket as you cried.

I hate it here. I want to leave.