Healing Your Wounds

A New Start

F/N= First Name B/F/N= Best Friend's Name

L/N= Last Name

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You finally arrived to Tokyo after your flight from (home town).

You sighed. You were tired from the flight and how much you had to pack just to come here, to Tokyo.

'And later, I'll have to unpack'

"(F/N), are you tired?" Your mother asked.

You nodded in response.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to drink and eat maybe?" Your mother asked, concerned about you.

"Mom, I'm fine." You pushed her away.

"Just stop, don't bother with her." Your father said, annoyed by your mother.

"I'm just checking on her," Your mother rolled her eyes, "At least I'm being a CARING PARENT."

Your father glared at your mother.

You sighed, 'There they go again...'

"Can you guys please stop fighting!? Lets just go. Ok?" You told them in a frustrated voice.

Your parents look and you and sigh.

You and your parents continue walking till you're outside.

Your father was checking on his phone, "He should be here by now..."

"I can't believe you, your friend isn't even here yet? Come on, MY friends are always early." Your mother bragged.

"Huh? At least I don't talk to them all day long and trash talk about your own mother!" Your father fought back.

You rolled your eyes.

You were used to this, how long since have they been fighting?

Hmmm, it started when you were 8 and now you're 16.

'For 8 years. They have been arguing and fighting for 8 years. If they hate each other so much, why won't my parents just get a divorce. I rather see them seperated then fight like this EVERYDAY. It's hard, one of them always end up with a physical injury.'

You took out your phone and opened you 'messages' app.

You were texting your best friend back in (hometown).

Here's how it went:

You: Hey, (B/F/N ).

B/F/N: Hi, you in Tokyo already?

You: Yeah...

B/F/N: Are you're parents fighting again?

You: They were fighting on the plane too.

B/F/N: So... Are you ok?

You: *deeply sighs* Well you know I am used to it. They have been fighting for 8 years already.

B/F/N: O-oh.

You: Lets just talk about something else...

You: Please?

B/F/N: So, uh, does the airport at Tokyo look any different from our airport?

You: I guess.

"(F/N), your father's friend is here to pick us up." Your mother said, a little annoyed.

You nodded.