Chapter 7- Sebastian's Story

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Ok I need to say some things before I start this chapter so sorry for the rambling. I said to myself that I was going to show this once we got 50 reads but I'm behind as last I checked we had 61 reads so thank you. If you want to see Ciel's back-story please please please comment that you want to see it it'll help a great deal. DISCLAIMER: TACKLES SENSITIVE THEMES LIKE CHILD ABUSE AND BULLYING SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS THEN PLEASE SKIP THIS ONE I DON'T WANT PPL TO GET OFFENDED.Anyway at this rate I will end up having a paragraph of me rambling but one last thing. If you couldn't tell this is in Sebastian's POV. Enjoy :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The day everything changed is a day I would never ever forget for as long as I live. I was off to school, walking as the rain hit my head. Most of my classmates could drive but I couldn't which is just one other reason my parents hated me. I saw a car speed by, deliberately aiming for the puddle next to me. I looked into the car and I saw a blur of light purple hair as the car ran straight through the puddle,covering me in even more water than before but it was nothing new, I was used to it. I walked into the school to lively and happy people all around me. I cared not for such socialisation. I walked to the classroom, trying to ignore everyone which failed. People kept turning to face me. I hated it so I whirled round and glared menacingly at everyone who kept staring at me. I felt my blood boil even more as people started whispering insults."If your going to insult me then stop being fucking cowards and say it aloud go on I dare ya!". I saw many people back away as the head walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder, pushing up his glasses as he did so. Without a word he pulled me into his office as he rung my mother. I heard her angry yell of the other end of the phone as the phone was handed to me."Sebastian Diam Michaelis come home this instant you hear me!". My head teacher heard this and sent me home. I walked up tot my door to see my mother with a face that would make the most hardened criminals shudder in fear. As soon as I got into the house my mother closed the door and hit me to the ground."What's your problem Sebastian I thought you knew better after all these times I cant believe you still havnt leant!". At this she grabbed me by the neck and threw me across the room where I collided with the glass coffee table, breaking it and having several pieces of glass jam into me."Now look what you did, you broke the coffee table! You are such a disappointment I will never accept you as my son". At this she hit he repeatedly in the head and arms as I tried not to cry out in pain because I knew it would be worse if I did." Right outside Sebastian now and don't bother coming back in the morning!". I picked myself up and quickly ran to grab a jacket and change out of my uniform into a long sleeved black top, torn jeans and a black hoodie. I grabbed a shining object from under my pillow that my mother didn't know about. I placed it carefully into my pocket as I walked outside into the rain. I walked for what seemed like hours until I happened apon the same girl from this morning. I felt a push from behind me, causing me to fall to the floor in front of the girl."Hello there, Michaelis don't you know its dangerous to be out this late. You could be attacked". At this she clicked her fingers and three boys came out of the shadows. They were triplets all with the same deep purple hair. I felt several punches on my body but compared to my mothers these were nothing. They saw this and they searched me, finding my knife in the process." Maybe this will get him to react". I felt the knife being slashed across my face."How about we make him look like a depressed lowlife even more than he does already, Canterbury" Spoke one of the triplets to the one holding the knife. They held my arms as the knife was slit across my wrists. The next day at school was hell. People saw my cuts and I was sent to the counsellor who suggested I speak to a therapist. The therapist wasn't much help but she said that I should be in an asylum apparently she saw direct signs of mental instability. And here I am now, I've met the only person for me and I'm actually happy for once in my life. So I guess I should thank my abusers if not for them I wouldn't be smiling here today.

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