I never thought I would return to thank you...

Chapter 17

But we did see something… no, someone, in his arms.

A very bloody someone.

A very familiar someone.

A very, very, very kind someone.

“K-Kuroko-chi…”

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You've done it now, Zaki-chin, I'll crush you!!!

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???'s P.O.V

He never complained no matter how hard it was for him.
No matter how upset or lost he felt...
Never once did he bother the man.

His happy days were few.
Spent only with his mother.
When she came back from her long business trips was the time his little heart truly beat the way it was suppossed to.
He was happy as long as they were both there.

If they weren't…

Well…

He didn't even look at him.

She had no way of contacting him.

He couldn't turn to anyone for help.

So…

He loved his life the way it was.
And he couldn't ask for more.
But he didn't want to give anything from it either.
He never wanted his mother to leave.
He didn't want her to go.

However, life didn't ask…

She died, leaving him with the man he was suppossed to call father.
No. Not even with him.
She left him all alone.
Crushed his heart into millions of pieces by her wordless departure and threw him in hell.
Of course, she didn't mean any of it.
His mother was an angel, the purest of all in heaven.
The same couldn't be said for the man.

The boy's dull teal eyes glanced at his father's focused black ones as the car stopped in front of a building.
With his early reading skills he could make out the words 'Juvenille' on it. He would only later on learn it's meaning, but as of then, his heart trembled at the scary place.
“Why are we here otò-san?” He questioned in a meeky voice.
The answer he wanted never came, his father got out of the car instead, signaling for him to do the same.
Taking the bag filled with his clothes, the purpose of it unknown to him, as his father never let him go anywhere, let alone let him have a vacation or something.
“Otò-san…?”
The wind gently ruffled his hair while freezing his skin.

It was as if it wanted to protect him, yet… hurt him.
Kind of like his father, he concluded, even though, he wasn't sure.
“Be quiet.” Came his response. Stern and cold. Whispered as if it would explode and burn everything around if heard by other than him.

His father left him there that day. And never came back, no matter how much he prayed he would. No matter how many times he begged him in his mind to. He'd never come back for he couldn't care less if he was burning in hell, which he was.
Or was he being tortured by heaven?
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The kids there were terrible. And the grown up horrible. He'd get broken bones weekly and bruises daily.
But it didn't matter to anyone.

It was then he realised; his father wasn't like the wind.
His father was like the deep ocean water.

Luring you in with it's beauty, and murdering you with it's power.

He was like water.
Deep water.

I remember those days as if they happened just hours ago.
But it wasn't his fault.
It was mine.
I put blind trust into him when I knew I was going to heal sooner or later and see the truth.
I was blind. He healed me.

And became blind once again.

Because I never learn.

I put my trust to a lot of people and healed over and over again even if I insisted to be blind and that it was better that way.
I put my trust high.
And it came crashing down upon me.

Trust will be my fall and my death.

Why do I say that? Why did I mention death?
Well…
That's because I

Sjsjdjrbhskajdjdn…..

I shouldn't have…

Now I can feel… no… I can't feel anything at all right now.
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Am I finally dying?…

For anyone that doesn't know, Juvenille is a place where troublesome or straight down crazy teens and kids are sent to until they reach 18 and go to prison.

Anyeaysa. I hope you enjoyed this sloppy chapter.
I'm sorry. I haven't had time because school is getting crazier by day.

I'll do better, I promise!!!