A scar never shown

"Safeplace"

Shiro found himself atop the building once more. The wind running through his hair was all too familiar. It was quiet...

The sun was setting behind fluffy clouds. The streets were empty, no cars or people in sight. Atop that building... That was what he called his "safeplace". A place where no one could judge him or nag him for his looks.

His hand instinctively felt his face. He was not yet used with his scar. For Shiro it was still uncertain how exactly he had gotten it. After all, he could only truly recal the moment of his awakening in the hospital: two blue eyes were gazing into his own at the time he had woken up. "Call the nurse!" The person had screamed...

Everything else- how he had gotten inside that hospital or how he had gotten the scar that ran across his cheeks, was still shrouded in mistery.  One thing was for sure: he felt way too lazy to even attempt remembering the incident that brought upon his mark

His feet were dangling off the building, his eyes gazing absentmindedly at the ground. It felt calming for the boy. Something he always found soothing... Something his parents or friends never understood...

He sat and took in the Autumn breeze- something he used to do all the time as a kid- well, not on a building. To his disappointment, he was dragged out of his trance by the screams of a woman. She seemed scared- terrified even: it was his mother, though she was the last person he wanted to see. 

From atop his safeplace he could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Anger grew inside him.

"So now you want to cry... After everything you've done..." He paused before his voice could get any louder. She was a waste of energy and he knew it. Nevertheless, he climbed down the building.

"How did she even find this place...?"
Once he exited the building, he was caught in her embrace. She was crying, mumbling against his shoulder.

"P-Please... Please never do that again..." She spoke in-between sobs

The boy felt confused. What had he done to make her whip?... He had never seen her shed a tear, let alone sob like a baby.
They sat there for a while, before his mom composed herself a bit. He hadn't spoken with her since he was little. He didn't know how to feel. He kind of just sat there, motionless. The woman didn't seem to take notice. She clang onto him, seeming relieved.

Time passed and the darkness of the night enveloped the city. The two had arrived at her home. To Shiro's disappointment, it was quite far from the building.

The house itself was a mess. Dirty socks and clothes were thrown all over the floor and chairs. To make matters worse, just by entering the hall, the boy could count at least 6 spider webs on both the floor and the ceiling. He made his way through the small gaps of floor and finally made it to the attic, which had always served as his bedroom.

Shiro climbed the old ladder and entered the attic. It was the same as he had left it all those years ago, to his surprise. Ignoring dead mice and an awful smell, his furniture had not been moved an inch.

His gaze settled on an old and cracked mirror. For the longest time he didn't have a chance to look at his own reflection... And how he regreted it... His skin was as pale as a ghost's, his body slim- almost lifeless. His scar ran across his face from cheek to cheek. To his horror, a small part of his bottom lip was missing - probably removed due to an infection. He couldn't bear to look further.

The boy soon found himself laying on his old bed once again. When was the last time he had done so? He couldn't remember. His eyes were threatening to close with each passing second... The bed felt soft and cozy... His pillow was as cold as he had left it, and so were the meds besides his bed... As much as he hated the house and his former room, he couldn't deny the nostalgia the place had brought to him.
His eyes gave in, and he soon fell asleep...