Chapter 2-..

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(Short chapter)

He then heard a bang before hearing his dad make his way to the room he hid quickly under the bed. He was acting weird. Then Haru saw the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. His father was holding a body part of someone and was eating it. He then grabbed Haru's mother's body before taking a huge chunk off her. His expression changed from confused to even more shock. He gasped before covering his mouth as fast as he could. He crawled out as quickly and quietly out of under the bed before running to the door surprisingly it was open wide. He turned back to see his fathers glowing eyes running towards him.

All the village houses were pitch black. He was scared and ran as fast as he could his father- no.. not his father anymore whatever that thing was, was getting close to him. He quickly picked up a rock he found before throwing it but it did nothing. He was terrified he was backed into a corner. "There's nowhere to hide, little boy," his father said. Haru was breathing heavily from running and from fear. He then was ready to brace himself. He then heard a slice. He opened his eyes to see a man. Then his fathers head fell. The man looked back at haru before asking if he was okay? Haru didn't answer, his eyes widened before passing out.

"Wake up.." Who is this? This voice?
He opened his eyes to see a man with a scar under his right eye. "Good, you're awake!" Where am i? Who is this? "I thought we had lost you!" The old man smiled though having a rough look on him. "Here is some water" The older man gave me a cup. I was scared but I was so thirsty so I drank it. "Oh right you must be wondering who we are, my name is Jigoro Kuwajima." . "Anyways, what is your name?" The man looked back at me. I didn't know what to say. Should I trust him? He did save me.. I just looked, I didn't respond. I wondered if I was a girl or boy. I would understand that my hair was very long back then. I got cleaned up and my wounds were stitched up by him. He figured out I was a boy so there was one thing he knew about me.

I cried every single night thinking of that one night where I wished everything had just stopped. All the pain did but seeing my mothers cold body as I cradled her just as she used to do to me. Momma why did you leave me..

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