Stalker with a Secret

......The voice I shouldn't listen....

     Shiny bright afternoon, but light can't reach there, Four high school boys in a dark dirty alley. Seems like they are in their last year. The raven haired one, the one standing with pride in his chest, smirks at his 'toy'. He is happy almost proud that he showed his toy's place to him. He feels powerful and in lead, strong and in charge.
" So do you understand what to do when we call you? ha?"
The latter boy asks. He is the one who enjoys seeing their 'toy' suffer the most. He is the one who likes to be with stronger one, the one who he can fatter with his talk and stay by their sides. Safe and sound. Admiring his raven 'leader', he enjoys the feeling of being feared and powerful even if he is not.
      "Come, say it."
He steps forward and get a hand full of once shiny, platinum, blond hair. Forcing the head of the owner of blond hair, he makes an eye contact with a pair of emerald obes, one swelled eye while the other one is black bruised.
"C-co--me t-o you-u a-and b-bow d----dow-n" 
The blond answers between whines, an successful attempt to gather every reminded energy and speak.

"Good!"
The right hand man bully finally leaves the blond and stands straight. A smirk plastered on his place as he look at His 'boss', who just clicks his tongue.
"lets go! i don't have time for useless things."
Commanding, he glares at the blond and finally leaves with his two followers.

Kōji Hasuke, the name it self means good luck and happiness, but the boy never seemed to have it. His life is a question itself that why is he still alive? Why?
In the start of the very first year of high school, he had decided that he wouldn't make it till the fourth year, but guess what he is here in a dark dirty alley beaten up, harassed and alive. He wishes that he could at least walk to home and show his mother, his only parent, that what has happened to him, what he suffers every day. To let her embrace him and smoother him by saying that 'its okay...Every thing will be fine'.  He wishes that he could show his teachers that how mercilessly  he is treated by their lovely and 'total sweetheart' students and let them get expelled.

Hah! like hell that will happen.
Kōji is pretty- actually hundred percent sure that his mother will say 'Hunny this is your matter be a little independent and deal with it' and the so called teachers will wouldn't even bother to listen him even if he is the most disciplined and brightest student. They find him acting like a 'attention seeker'. Of course he has to get worlds most arrogant and worst teachers as his.

Finally he grains enough energy to move which he regrets that very second. A wave of pain runs through his body as he attempts to move. His spine shivers and legs trembles as he stands up ignoring the pain and limbs that beg him to stop moving. Taking a small step, not without he support of dirty greased wall behind him, he manages to pick up his school bag. Holding his Treasure of books he takes a deep breath before starting to walk. Small slow steps is all he can do in order to not collapse on ground. At the moment he thanked any god that's out there, that his house is not so far. House not home

'Well what can we say? after all you deserve this for being USELESS.'

The very same voice rung's in his mind again which he can hear from past four-five months. Ignoring it as usual, the blond continues walking. Finally after walking for half-an-hour on a route which should only take ten minutes, he reaches his house.

Koji takes the lift to fifth floor, which he is thankful that is there. He leans on the steel wall and takes deep breaths.

' Yeah, yeah go on and enjoy being privileged, something that you don't deserve. There are other people who live in poverty and are way hard working and useful then you are'

That voice keep tanting him as the lift carries him to his destination. No once he pays attention to that voice. Stepping out of lift, he makes his way to 524 apartment. Taking the keys out Koji opens the door only to be greeted by dead silence.

'See? Not even your mother wants to see your face she is cursed to give birth to something useless like you. You are a bad luck to her, do you understand you usele- '

Before the voice could continue cursing him he locked the door making his way up stairs. Opening the bathroom door he strips down and just jump in shower not caring about the cuts and bleeds. Seen like the God had some mercy and pity on him and gave him a bless to heal very fast. This has been a big question to him that Just how he can heal Blue-Black bruise in nights? Well, he is some where thankful for it but somewhere he is not. Whatever, he is sure that the cuts must have stopped bleeding by now. He steps out after good thirty minutes of lavish shower filled with hisses of pain. Going to the full length mirror with a towel around his waist Koji finally gets his full body view. Filled with black and purple, he stares at himself.

All these are fresh because the old once are already healed thanks to his gift. Slender, feminine body; another reason he gets bullied 'He looks like a female'. Some might find it cute but his 'classmate' doesn't. Koji doesn't even know how to feel about it. Maybe hate it? Small curvy waist, thick thighs, curvy shape, soft features on his face and what not. He is beautiful instead of handsome and he is over it. What he can do? He was born like this? It's a Mistry that if he hates his body or not but the voice inside him definitely does.

'Look at you. You are not even normal. Who can heal this fast and has features opposite to their gender? Look what a freak you are!'

In order to ignore the voice Koji quickly goes to the sink and opens the mirror cabinet. Taking the First aid box out, he rambles through different ointments to find the correct one. But suddenly stops as he grabs a sharp scissor. Staring at it he hears the very same voice that accompanied him for past several months.

'What are you waiting for? Do it!'

In a haze Koji brings the scissor to his wrist, opening it in the process. Slowly pushing it against his fair skin, he starts to move it back-and-for. Blood was about to come out when he snaps out of it. Eyes widen as Koji yanks the scissor away.

'What was I doing?!?'

' Coward! Can't do anything correct! You good for noth-'

"aaaaaaahhh!"

He ended up yelling madly as tears of pain finally from emerald green eyes. Sliding down on his knees Koji finally shows his pain. He finally starts to cry. Only chanting one thing, one line in his mind.......

...........It is the voice I shouldn't listen...........