On The Land of Knowledge and Conflict[ENG]

Tears and Blood

1 week before the Marana incident in the school...

The boy whinces in pain, as his... ,,father" showes him into the small, room-like space underneath the stears. In theory, it could be considered a room, for a toddler, or a really young and small child. But in reality, for a child of his age, it's basicaly just a tiny hole, even spiders ignore, when searching for places to hunt flies. It's dark, dusty, humid, and squeeky. The floor under him squeeks at every single movement he makes. But this isn't his biggest issue right now, as he just keeps banging on the door, that got locked from the outside. Begging for his ,,father" to let him out. He just keeps screaming and shouting from the top of his lungs, to which said man screams right back with drunken nonsences. Then, Rashmu hears and feels something crashing onto the door, that prompts him to back away from it.

<Rashmu> ,,I want my real dad back." He whispers, as he continuesly strikes a rubber ball, with a familiar white haired someone on it, with a razor blade he found, when this man showed him there the other day.

He just keeps striking the ball at the same area, while repeating the same phrase over and over again.

,I want my real dad back.'

Stab.

,I want my real dad back.'

Stab.

,I want my real dad back.'

Stab.

Then, he just throws the ball at the wall, with the blade still in it. But somehow, the sharp razor blade falls out from it, and lands with an eerie clank on the wooden floor. The ball too, is just bounces near his head, but not hiting him at all.

<Rashmu> ,,JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" He shouts it out, then curling into the smallest ball possible. Alone. In the pitch black darkness.

He doesn't cry. Instead, he just holds onto his hair, pulling on it so hard, that some strands stays in his hands. Shaking violently. He's just got so much pemped up energy, fueld by anger, like he was a ticking time bomb. He can't go outside and play. He can't go to school, since his... ,,father" is too drunk to even care. And his... ,,mother"...he doesn't even know where she is, but he couldn't care any less. Maybe this one left him too. Just like his biological one.He just keeps getting tossed around, like a piece of trash.

He just want to go home. To play with the baby Spinocrocodiles. He misses it all. Misses the warmth. His dad. The sweet and savoury smell and taste of his cookings. The sweetness of candied Ajilenakh Nut.

Here, all he's got so far is just Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake. It's bland, flakey and...overall disgusting.

He just want to go home...

And once again, another week passes by as the longest, slowest train ever. With the same scenario playing out over and over again. Only this time, while he was out from that hell-hole, he found a strange object, and two crystal shards in a small sack on the dining table. He stashes both of them in his pocket, so he could study them while in there. He doesn't got much thing going on in there anyways. This time however... When his ,,father" closes the door, he's so drunk that he forgot to actualy lock it. And the boy took note of it, and once the sounds faded outside of said door, and it's clear, he sneaks out of the room, out on a window, closing it behind him. He lived with that two long enough to know, at this point they're too into thier own things to notice anything. This is his one and only chance to escape. And thankfully took it right away.

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It's been only a few days, since the Marana incident in the school took place. And it's WEEKENDS!!! Every student's best 2 days even in the week!