Childhood
"WHY!? WHY DO I HAVE A PATHETIC CHILD LIKE YOU IN MY LIFE!? WHAT DID EVER DO TO HAVE YOU AS A SON. I WISH I KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WAS BORN!" Mother shouted at me.
I stayed silent not bothering to wipe away the tears running down my face, more will just come after all. I couldn't hear what she was saying because I know what she was saying, it was carved on my back after all. I felt pain on my cheek and stumbled backwards holding my cheek with both hands. She grabbed a knife and turned to me. I smelt alcohol on mothers breath. Why do I still call her that anyway? In the stories I read, mothers tuck in at night, make you food and even buy you toys to play with. But I guess
" Mother knows best." She said one day to my bloodied face. She stepped on my scared back and all I could feel was numbness. I was shivering at the memories.
"Come on dear, let's go to the basement." I didn't reply but followed her. When we arrived, I gritted my teeth ready for the incoming pain. She grinned brought down the belt, full of spikes, on my head. I screamed when I felt the spikes scrape my head. She laughed and hit me on the back. I screamed from my old wounds and arched my back trying to get rid of the pain. She kept laughing and doing so while I kept screaming from the pain. I choked out blood and tried to breath. My vision became hazy and my face was squished by hands.
"Aww, you want a break my dear son?" She asked and I shook my head. It would only bring more pain after all. "So you do?" She said. I shook my head alarmed when she brought out a knife. She smiled at me before digging it into my back. I screamed and let out the tears I was trying not to show. I flailed around feeling the piece of sharp metal in my body. She then started carving. I clenched my fist and took deep breaths.
Pathetic
Pitiful
Trash
Animal
Useless
Regect
These were all words carved into my back, to put me in my place. I eventually passed out from the pain and woke up lain in my own blood. I tried to move my legs and arms but I could only crawl into my room, the storage. I reached into my cupboard and took at my medical bag. I reached for the bandages and, rather messy, bandaged my wounds. I took a deep breath and lied on the floor, I didn't have a bed so it wasn't exactly a choice. I can't afford to miss school, even for a day. I got up when my body felt a bit better, and changed into some other clothes. I grabbed my school bag, some toast and left to school. Even though I dislike mother's food, or any others, it's to survive. I walked to school and when I arrived, I went to my classroom. I didn't have any friends as I'm not a social person. Children and adults themselves, find me creepy and bad luck. I sat there are looked at the sky. It would be nice, if I could go there. Be free, my own choices and not be hurt.
"Hey, emo!" One of my bullies said. I turned around to face him eyebrow raised.
"What? " I replied monotone. He shivered
"Stop making the place so dark, go somewhere else we don't like you!" He shouted, the others cheered with him.
"Leave us alone! "
"We don't like you!" The teachers ignored it but I saw some smiling.
"You demon!" They started throwing things at me and I smirked, my eyes gleaming.
"That's right, I am a demon, and if you annoy i'll come and eat your soul." I opened my mouth and they all ran screaming. I took notice of someone behind me and I turned around to face them. It was a blonde haired boy with honey colored eyes.
"Why didn't you tell the teachers?" He asked me frowning. I gave him a blank look.
"Didn't you see their smiles?" I said. He seemed shocked but then smiled.
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HorrorI was never normal and i never claimed to be normal either. When people got hurt, i simply laughed. For some reason, my eye was red as well and who knows where i got it from? If i was an angel, i'd have black wings but i don't believe in pathetic th...
