Can I be loved.?

My first friend

Picture rights: @galazry

・❥・ Notes
This is my first fanfiction. I've never written stories like this before, i just thought i'd be fun to try. English isn't my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes i made throughout writing the story. I hope y'all enjoy<3

Characters who will appear in this chapter:
Scaramouche
Kazuha
Niya (cat)
Parents Scaramouche
Classmates
Teacher Yoimiya

TW: this story contains mentions of child abuse by parents. Do not read this is this might be triggering for you.

Scaramouche/kuni pov
Scaramouche is 10 years old in this part of the story.

Light...... it's morning already..? I open my eyes and i see that the covers fell off my bed. I shiver and i quickly get up to grab the blanket and wrap myself in it so that blanket is all the way up over my head, that way i can't see anything. I close my eyes again and inhale the smell of the blanket. It's a mixture between the faint smell of an old dusty attic and the smell of Niya.'

I stay that way for a little while longer, it's comfortable.

Today is the day...

The day I've dreaded for so long.
Every year my school has a schooltrip at the end of the year. The fifth graders of this year will go to Spain for a full week. Most of my classmates wouldn't shut up about it for the past weeks. Personally i'm not sure how to feel about the trip. I'll probably be lonely as ever the whole trip, but that's not the problem.
It would be nice to finally be away from here, even if it's just a week... away from them... from him....... But even thinking about leaving Niya alone here with them, my parents, makes me sick to the stomach.

I finally roll out of bed. I fall on the ground but i dont care. I stare up at the ceiling, and when i look to my side i'm met with a pair of green eyes. Niya. She miauws as she starts begging for food.

I get up from the floor and take Niya in my lap. 'Yeah yeah, I know you're hungry'. I walk out of my room and get some leftovers from yesterday out of the fridge. My parents never cared to buy real cat food for Niya. They never fed her, or gave her attention at all. The only thing they did was complain and scream about how annoying 'that creature' is.

They say the same about me. I know they do. Not directly, but it's clear enough by the way they treat me. I still have bruises on my arms from the last time I was being 'annoying'.

I walk back upstairs to my room, and I change my pyjamas into normal clothes. I grab the bag I carefully packed for the trip yesterday and I go back downstairs.

I get myself a glass of water and I take a small sip. Finally after what seems forever I hear sounds coming from upstairs. I know it's my mom. I can always tell apart when it's my mom and when it's my dad waking up, judging from the sounds. My mom stumbles down the stairs.

When she sees me she walks up to me 'hey sweetie, how are you?'. She ruffles my hair, and she smiles down at me, but her eyes are distant, like she isn't fully here. 'Let's get you to school'.
Of course she forgot about the trip... what did I even expect. 'Mom, today is the school trip. You need to bring me to the big parking lot near the mall.' I tell her.

My mom is silent for a few seconds, as if she didn't hear me. 'Oh... right' she finally says after a while. 'How long will you be staying there again?' I look down at the table, feeling sad, even though i could've seen this coming. 'One week, I'll be back on Saturday morning'.

'Did you clean the garden house already?'

The question makes my head spin... the garden house...... we have a little house in the garden, made out of wood. It used to be one of my favourite spots when I was younger, it was always quiet and peaceful. I'd hide there when my parents were fighting.
But now the place is used for beer bottles and other junk.