numb | yukine x reader

Chapter 1

authors note
ok so i decided to restart the book and story cuz i wanted to change it up a bit :) hope you like it :))

Name - Kira
Regalia Name - Rekki (so creative am i right)
Age - 14
Hair - brown
Eyes - purple
Personality - quiet, shy, cat like, tomboy, more to be revealed as the story goes on

- y/n's pov -
I stumbled out of the house, ignoring the fact that my hair was a mess. I looked as if I hadn't slept for days, but honestly, I didn't care. I trudged to school, frowning as the building loomed over me, as if it wanted to swallow me, devour me. Sighing, I walked straight to the back of the classroom. "H-hey." a girls voice stammered. "Huh? I mutter, turning towards the voice. "I'm Hiyori, and I'm suppose to take you to the office, your parents are here to pick you up." she smiled slightly. "Oh o-ok, thanks." She seemed nice but it didn't matter. Kai was still gone, and I still felt so, so alone. I follow this girl, Hiyori I think her name is, to the office. The place where I heard the news, where I found out Kai was dead. "K-kai..." I mutter, "...I-i miss you..." I frowned. "...so, so much." "What?" Hiyori asked. "Um, nothing, sorry."

Hiyori dropped me off at the office, and went back to class. My father was there when I walked in. The one who was always drunk, always beating me, always hurting me. Nevertheless, I knew he loved me, he just couldn't control his drinking problem. "Let's go." he said, grabbing my arm. I had no choice but to follow him, so I did. He wasn't drunk, not yet, so I knew everything would be fine, at least for now.

Bang. My father slammed open the door and trudged in, heading for the fridge. He's gonna get drunk again. I thought miserably. He's gonna hurt me again. I guess I just have to endure it...again. I headed for my room, hoping that maybe, just maybe, today I would be alright. My father never killed me, no, he only hurt me, but sometimes, I wish he would kill me. Then, I wouldn't be numb anymore.

I flopped onto my bed and curled into a ball. As I was about to fall asleep, my door slammed open, and I gulped in fear. Please. I didn't move. I felt myself getting lifted up in the air by my collar. My father threw me backwards, slamming my head into the wall. My vision started to blur, and punch after punch, I knew it was the end. But, after all those months being numb, I didn't want to be dead. I wanted to live.