Regrets, - Kazuscara

6. Tears

TW - abuse, only a bit though.

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Don't cry

You're not allowed to cry,

If you cry, something bad will happen,

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School was over and Kazuha stared of into the horizon, wondering what he was doing with his life. "Stupid..."

He wasn't calling anyone but himself stupid. Why was he so stubborn? He clenched his fists and grit his teeth, staring down onto the dirt ground. Covered in tiny peddles and dust.

"I can't cry . . ." he whispered to himself, "you're not crying. . ."

He kicked a near by stick in anger and dropped down on the ground, laying flat on his back "you can't cry. . . " he whispered once again, crying was not allowed, if you cry punishment will find you.

The albino took a deep breath. Lifting an arm up, rolling up his sleeve and he traced each scar on his wrists. Some were deeper than others and some were smaller. Some specific cuts even hurt when he touched it, making his breath hitch.

He stared at  his wrists, how damaged and broken they were. He wrapped them back up with bandaged and just laid there. Watching the sunset, the sky was a combined gradient of pink and orange. Kazuha covered his eyes with his sleeve, he sighed. 'Father is going to kill me,'

He told himself he won't cry, yet the ground had drops of tears on them. The tear stains were noticeable and his puffy eyes were also, he's definitely getting a beating.

The albino quickly stood up as he heard someone walking closer and closer. The footsteps sounded soft and graceful. You could hear their clothing shift with every step they took,

"Hey Kaz," a voice said, the person who the voice belonged to crouched down next to the boy, 

"Ah, hello Lumine," Kazuha smiled, "Do you need something?"

"Y'know, Scaramouche is kind of crying. He thinks you hate him," she tucked her knees into her chest and carefully leaned he elbows on them.

"Oh, then you should go comfort him, what are you doing here?" he chuckled but sadness could clearly be seen through.

"I was thinking you could go. He doesn't want to talk to me," Lumine brushed her locked of hair with her fingers,

"I don't think he likes me very much right now," Kazuha's eyes softened as he stared forward into the sky,

"Well, I think he loves you very much," she grinned happily,

"You are one funny person Lumine. Now I have to get going or . . father will get angry," he whispered the last few words hesitantly,

"Oh, okay then! Talk to him tomorrow okay?" Lumine got up and ran back to the school, waving with a smile on her face.

"Yeah right," Kazuha lowered his hand slowly and sighed, 'Another beating, here I come,'

Once Kazuha reached home he found his father standing at the door, arms crossed and a glare so menacing it looked like it could kill you, "What were you doing?" He said with a rash voice.

Kazuha's father didn't look like him. Sometime's he wondered if they were even related. Kazuha had blonde hair that was almost white. His red eyes along with that lock of red hair. His father had dark black hair and brown eyes. The only trait the two shared was. . . nothing. They shared no attributes.

"I'm sorry. The teacher told me to stay back from school," That was a lie, he didn't want to wake up with another beating,

"LIES!" his father looked down on him, "I know a liar when I see one," 

The old man leaned forward and forced Kazuha to look at him in the eyes, "Now tell me why,"

"I-" he swallowed, "I had an argument with a friend,"

"SO? WHO CARES? YOU HAD A CURFEW IF 7PM YOU'RE AND HOUR LATE!"  His father was a two faced man. At home all he knew what to do was yell. But when he was in public his face would have a smile and he would 'care' for Kazuha.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," the albino bowed his head and strengthened the grip on his school bag,

"DON'T TALK BACK AT ME!" His father smashed a glass plate onto Kazuha's head, little scratches and deep cuts were made on his face, only his face luckily. He sighed and accepted his fate. 'If I die, I guess I die,'

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He looked at himself in the mirror, bruises and cuts filled his face. Many deep cuts along his thighs and back, the amount of blood he had lost was making him pale. He looked at his disgusting self in the mirror, wow. This beating was harsher than usual.

Kazuha grabbed the last supply of bandages in the drawer, he needs to get new ones from the pharmacy. He wrapped his his legs and arms, along with his torso. He need to go downstairs to get band-aids for his face. He might get beat again, he can't do that. . . 

So he just sighed once more and went to bed, staying up till about 1 am to finish homework. He better not be late for school.

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New day, new start. Kazuha snatched some band-aids and neatly put them on. Foundation to cover the paleness and a bottle of water.

The first thing he saw when he arrived at school was Scaramouche. Of course.

"Kazuha," the boy exclaimed as he put his phone away and walked up to the boy happily. Like everything that happened yesterday had never happened.

"Hello," he smiled weakly, he was feeling really weak,

"Are you okay? I'm sorry for yesterday," Scaramouche's head drooped down in shame, 

"No, I'm sorry. Let's just be friends, okay?" Kazuha patted Scaramouche's head with his bandaged hands,

"Okay. . ." Friends, huh? Those words rang in Scaramouche's head over and over. Why was he feeling this way?