Hurtful Words

Freak. Monster. Weirdo. Demon.

Every word had been said to Dia. Every word stung like poison. He always hated school for that one reason, the bullies. Sure, he was a demon, but he was human at school.

He slammed the front door, threw his bag on the couch and ran off upstairs. Dark didn't even get to ask him how his day was yet. He sat on his bed. He pulled out his phone and looked at the recent message. 'Get lost loser!!' from an unknown number. Dia sighed and ignored it, opening Spotify straight away and listening to some music. Music was his favourite escape from everything, ever since he was small. His mother used to teach him piano before...

Knock knock.

Dia groaned and sat up. "Go away." He didn't feel like dealing with sympathy, especially from this fucked up family. No body understood how hard it was for him. "Dia, please, what's wrong?" Dark said. "Nothing just go away! I'm sick of you trying to reach out to me!" Dark opened the door anyway. Dia looked at him. "Stop trying to be my dad! You're not. And you never will be." he looked down at the carpeted floor. His father was a bad man during the worst time of his life. He was the one who threw him out at the age of 6. He was the one he was holding the most grudges against. He didn't want a father ever again."Dia, I'm not trying to be anything-" Dia interrupted, little transparent black tears rolling down his pale grey face. "But you are! You always trying to fix things! You aren't my dad, neither is Wilford, and those freaks sure aren't my siblings!" Dark looked angry. "Diabolos, don't speak about them like that!"

Dia knew better than to respond, he had learned that earlier in life. Never back chat to an angry adult.

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