Boys & Blades

1: Day zero

🎵Medicine - Daughter🎵

"Namiko, sweetie, could you do the dishes tonight?" My mom said, snapping me out of my daze.

"Oh, I'm kind of flooded with homework, Is it alright if I do them tomorrow?"

"Namiko, your mother asked you to do them tonight. I expect to see them done tonight," My stepdad announced in a stern voice. I looked at my mom, begging her with my face to step in and say something. "Namiko do not ignore me!" He yelled.

"Jesus, just stay out of it!" I raised my voice, looking up at him.

"Jessie-" my mom started.

"Can't you just listen to me for once?! You always make everything so difficult! Just do the goddamn dishes!" Jessie screamed at me, dropping his fork onto his plate. "Everybody gets sad sometimes but that's not an excuse to be a lazy ass!"

I stood up abruptly, my chair sliding loudly against the floor. "Fuck you, Jessie! You don't know shit about my life!" I screamed back, running to my room and slamming the door.

I slipped on my headphones and played a song, bringing me back to a faint memory I had forgotten about.

Past

The warm sun beamed onto the concrete as my dad held my hand while we ran around the waterpark, going on every slide little me could get admitted to. I was always an adrenaline junkie from birth. I never turned down a dare at a sleepover or a ride at a fair.

We flew out the end of the newest slide at Capital Waters, the WaveWinner, and our tube bounced and slid around the rough ripples, leading us to the Lazy River. My dad leaned back in the tube, finally relaxing, while I hopped out and jumped around, acting like a fish through the water.

"Capital Waters, we are looking for a little girl named Namiko Wells, she has shoulder-length black hair and a pink polka dot swimsuit, believed to be around 4. Please report to the nearest worker if you spot her" A loud voice beamed from the speakers across the park. I shuffled around the bench a little, eating my orange popsicle and watching everyone's eyes dart around looking for something, I didn't know quite what.

"Oh my god, Nami! There you are!" A familiar voice yelled from ways in front of me.

"Papa!" I shouted, flinging my arms out for a hug. My father scooped me up and spun me around, crying happy tears and kissing my head.

"Gosh, Namiko, I thought we lost you!" He said through a crying laugh. We left the park 10 minutes later and went and got more ice cream and had Domino's for dinner. The car hummed underneath me as we passed a billboard with a giant puppy on it. "Papa, there.. puppy.." I shut my eyes, falling asleep on the car ride home.

Present

I shut my phone off, music still blaring into my ears as I walked over to my jewelry box and slid open the bottom drawer, lifting up a thin piece of black foam and grabbing my blade. I walked over to my door, turned the lock, and sat by my door. I pulled up my sweatshirt sleeve and dug the blade into my skin, making multiple deep cuts. Blood rushed to the surface, pooling out the cuts, some dripping onto the carpet. I quickly got up and wiped the blood off with toilet paper, then put bandaids on all up my arm, covering the cuts.