Cry's POV
My body slammed against the counter, knocking the wind out of me. That wretched man I have as a father punched me repeatedly across the face, my eyes turning from a deep ocean blue, to a bright red.
"This is why you're a failure! A freak! Maybe I should just get rid of those eyes!" My mother was crying, her tears running down her face onto the deep gash on her leg that this. Man. Did to her.
He reached to the knife across counter, not even bothering to pick it up, causing scratches to slightly appear on the marble surface.
Haha.
I'm about to probably have my eyes gouged out and I'm worrying over the counter. I'm going insane.
Kill him.
'No thanks Mad. I don't want to go to jail and get the death sentence.'
But it'll be self defence. He attacked you first. And if you die. I DIE.
My eye twitched at the thought.
'Maybe if I just stab him in the leg. Yeah. Let's do that.'
Fine. But if it doesn't work, we're both in the shits.
I grabbed the knife before he dragged it across my face. Grabbing the blade was not a good idea, because now my blood is dripping on my face, impairing my vision. Fuck. I forcefully grasped the knife, pulling it out of his hand, and putting it in my good one. Apparently he didn't expect what was coming, because he just stood there while I drove the knife slowly into his leg.
He slammed onto the floor, backside first, his hands grabbing the area around the wound, that was now drenched in blood that seeped through his clothes.
"What the fuck boy! What have you done! You stupid dickhead!" I laughed at his statement, his face burning in fury and anger. "What! Are you fucking going insane!?"
My laughter turned down into a giggle and finally stopped. "What? Me? Crazy? Aren't you the fucking insane one here? Trying to gouge out your own son's eyes and cutting your own wife. Well, probably ex-wife now, seeing as you did that to her" I yanked the knife out of his leg and pointed it at the woman who finally stopped screaming out and cowered in fear.
Ah it's good to be out.
'Ugh, Mad don't kill anyone. They don't know it's you. They only think it's me because they don't know about you.'
Maybe if they actually looked at my eyes, they'd notice that they're black. All black. White bits and all.
Awh, Cry. Lemme have a lil fun. Please.
'No. Well at least not on my... Our mother. Only on the douche. And no killing.'
Ah thanks. Love ya.
Before my consciousness came back to me, I was sitting in a puddle of blood. Not mine. Well maybe a little. But it's probably from the body next to me that lay unconscious. My mother was now backed against the wall, the bleeding on her leg showing no sign of stopping.
"What have you done?" She screamed while still cowering in fear. Crazy woman.
"We should get that patchedw up" I started to walk over to her, while she failed to scramble away. My eyes changing to back to their original blue colour.
I walked past her, going into the bathroom and getting a first aid kit. Many first aid kits. Might as well patch up the almost corpse like body in my living room. Don't want to go to jail. Hah. Probably better than this house. But still. No.
I returned to the room, where now my mother was also laying unconscious on the floor. Blood loss probably. I started to work on the bodies in front of me, sewing each cut up professionally. See I'm pretty much a professional since I have to sew up each wound I get from that drunkard rampaging around each night. Maybe I should just be a professional doctor in sewing. Is there even a doctor like that? Probably not. But dreams sometimes are true. Except not for me. Haha. Oh, I'm such a loner.
By the time I finished sewing up the corpses. Or what seemed like corpses, I put them on their bed and went to my own bed, waiting until sleep took me. Fuck. School is tomorrow. Well I guess I can see my friends. Or the people who accept me for who I am. Even though only Snake and Russ know what I've done. The others don't, but they don't think I'm weird. I guess. I dunno. Sleeep, take me away!
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I awoke to find my phone buzzing. Not my alarm clock. People who text me before my alarm clock annoy me. I just want to sleep. Even if it's only for 5 minutes.
I look at my phone, the brightness blinding me. Russ. What does he want.
Russ - Hey! Do you know we have a new transfer student in our class? Fun right! I heard HE. Yes I'm sorry it's not a girl. But I heard he was from Sweden.
Cry - Russ, why did you wake me up at 7:30 to tell me that?
Russ - Because you should already be up and going to school. And btw. It's 8:15.
I look at the time and. Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
I open my closet to find the cleanest clothes I could find. A green hoodie and black jeans it is. With my only pair of shoes, white vans. I run into the kitchen, shoving toast into my mouth and grabbing my bag and mask.
Running to school from 5 kilometres away, without stopping, is not good on my lungs. Especially when you're unfit as I am. I ran into the classroom, sitting in the only free seat other than the one next to me at my desk.
I felt a buzzing sensation on my thigh.
Russ - just on time.
I turned around to see Russ staring at me, waving slightly.
Cry - hey class only starts when I get here ;)
I heard giggling behind me and I smiled behind my mask.
"Okay! Class we have a new transfer student!" The teacher strolled into the classroom, slamming notes onto his desk. "Mr.Kjellberg, please come in!"
A boy, a around my height came in. His sandy blond hair covered his icy blue eyes. He looked up and waved to the class. "Hey I'm Felix! Nice to meet you!" He was quite perky if I do say so myself.
He looked around the classroom and locked eyes on my mask. His eyes slightly changed yellow before they changed back to blue.
Wait.
Did his eyes just change colour. Did they change to yellow?
Everyone's eyes were on me. I looked around quizzically until I realised I was standing up, my hands on my desk.
"Is everything alright Cry?" Mr.Gerth looked at me like I was insane.
"Yes, sorry sir" I mumbled under my breath and sat down.
Who is this new kid? His eyes changed colour. Like mine. Maybe we are the same.
The thought made me smile widely. Too wide.
