Fate

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**once apon a shitty start**

My head feels heavy, and a painful headache isn't far off. Opening my eyes, I see gray and black, EVERYWHERE. Pushing myself up to have a look around, I see that I'm clearly still dreaming. One of those dreams is a weird dream, but also sort of like a lucid dream, too. Cause I control my actions and remember everything perfectly and to top it off, when I wake up, I never feel tired after I wake up from them.

"kai- " WHAT THE?

A dark carnivorous growl calls my name. I stumble to my feet and look around. Yip, still just the regular creepy glitched-out-black and gray-blurry forest. My dreams of this place never had a calling, and especially not of my name only ever me in this clearing.

Behind me, I hear shifting. Turning around, I see trees clearing a walk way, for me, I assume. I mean, why not. I take a step forward, and I feel my body being pulled backward aggressively, and I'm falling, I close my eyes and brace for the impact, but it doesn't come. I'm in bed now - not my bed - the guy next to me with his back facing me is a clear indication that this isn't my bed.

What is his name? I can't remember. All I can remember is the weird tattoo I saw on his V-line of a marking I'm sure I saw before.

Through the open window in the corner of the room, I can see the Sun is starting to break through the dark sky. Classes will start soon. And as if on cue, Mister-who-ever-this-is starts to stir. His face is flushed and looks ashamed of what we did. Urgh, one of these guys. I shift my weight to get off his bed when he clears his throat, so I look at him over my shoulder.

"Umm yeah, the money's on my desk there," he points to the desk near the door. I nod and put on my pants & shoes. I stuff the money into my jeans pockets, and I'm about to leave with my shirt in hand when he calls back.

"KAI!! wait! Please don't tell anyone about this okay. You said your sessions are 'forgotten once over'. Please just don't tell anyone. " He pleads with his shirt ruffled in his hand, covering his genitals.

I nod and leave his dormroom. I felt my phone in one of my cargo pockets as I put it on. As if it hears me, my alarm starts to sound. It's 5:30. so that means I still have time before my roommate wakes up. This gives me an Half-an Hour to shower get ready and leave the room before his up.

Yeah, I'll just have to be quiet.

Okay I can do this. My dormroom isn't far from here, it should be just on the floor above. So I won't waste anytime getting there and luckily no one's awake yet so there's no walk of shame this time.

I get to my door and my hand om the handle making sure my thumb touches the scanner so it opens. It makes a moderately loud click. DAMMIT, but I don't hear any moment so his either asleep or not in here. I sigh in relief, he probably slept out too.

I push open the door and my nerves get a sharp pain as I see him aggressively throwing his toiletries into his bag. He doesn't look at me or say anything but the veins buldging on hus neck tells me that he knows I'm here. He doesn't say anything and neither do I. I start scrambling to get my shit together to hit the shower.

While looking for something to wear that will hopefully cover my torso and arms fully. I'm still crouched down at my drawers when in my peripheral vision I see him approaching me and I'm too slow to dodge his foot connecting with my ribs.

The force of the kick pushes me against the wall and my already aching head hits it hard. I can feel my nrain being cracked open in this moment. But i can't focus on that pain for too long as I to cover my head while laying scrunched up on the ground.

"So what'd you do all night? YUH!!" He askes in a demanding manner while towering over my body.

"N-no-othing" I lie with a sniffle. " I just passed out at Marchie's last night and woke up an hour ago" Marchie is the Campus' resident party girl. Who is ever-so-lucky, by that I mean daddy's money, to have a large house to herself. THAT'S ALSO OFF CAMPUS. So it had to become the universities #1 Party Spot.

"You fucking liar" he puts his foot onto my left hand thats covering my face "You were probably somewhere selling you fucking ass. You know it's bad enough that you're a faggot then you had to become a prostitute too for your closet cases" He applies more weight onto his foot stepping on me. " You know people think we're fucking" he dryly chuckles and starts to step harder, " People actually think I'd fuck something as useless as you" with that he takes his foot off and kicks me on the gut. I gasp in pain and try to scream But no sound comes out of my mouth.

As he walks to his bigger side of the room ,and grab his things before walking out the room , all I can think is - I HATE HIM.

I wish death apon him. His the epitome of straight white muscular male. It's 2023 and people are still homophobic. We can turn a man into a woman and vise versa, we have ai and hulk looking gaurds all around the city plus not to mention the most progressive city in the world, ATLANTIS, but no I had to come to the oldest university ever with all the privileged white people. Wait no, alot of them are incredibly grounded and amazing -including Marchie- and some of the worst students here are P.O.C ( people of colour).

I feel my face start to drip moisture and I know I don't feel like class today anymore. I mean why even go? They'll just remind me about the unpaid fees that need to be paid so I can continue the year. Stupid University. Stupid Teacher. Stupid Students and especially my stupid scholarship that for some fucking reason only pays for 70% of my fees. Meaning I need to do sex work for the 30% and food.

I actually cant skip today's afternoon class. So I'll skip the morning classes so that I can groom myself and be on time for my afternoon lectures. yeah. I'll just take a quick nap right here.