Loss Of The Stars

Chapter 2

Karma's POV

"Karma Akabane, we aren't done here!" Exclaimed my old man as he followed behind me.

"Yes, we are. Now get off me, will you?!" I snapped, grabbing my coat and putting it on as I headed towards the door.

The man who I'm supposed to call 'father' accelerated his pace, making it to the front door before I could and blocking my exit.

"You're not going anywhere."

The woman who gave birth to me must've heard the loud arguing since she appeared beside father, confusion written all over her face.

"Move." I said. "I don't have time to deal with this shit."

"Watch that foul mouth of yours, Akabane." He warned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hey, what's goin' on--" she hiccuped. "'Round 'ere..?" Her voice was slurred, a half empty bottle in her hand while another scratched her scalp.

I rolled my eyes and moved forward, my hand already turning the knob.

"What's it you doin'? You disrespectful brat!" Mom screeched. "We're your parents, we deserve respect!"

"Right. Uh-huh. Keep telling yourselves that 'cause you'll never get it."

I turned the knob, earning an irked look from the older man.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?! I said that you're not going anywhere!"

"And I said to get off me!" I shoved passed him, opening the door and finally making it outside.

No looking back. I sped-walked the fuck away from there. Don't stop now or you'll regret it.

"Karma!" I heard father yell out my name from inside the house. "When you come back, I'll make sure to give you hell!"

"Like you haven't been doing that already!" I shouted over my shoulder. "Just piss off already!"

But before I could escape from the eyes of my parents, I heard mom shout something that, I can actually admit, stung.

"Hope ya never come back~! You were a mistake anyways!"

I made it out of the area, and once I was sure that I was out of sight, I threw my fist with brute force until it collided with a wall.

"Goddamn it!" I roared out in anger, sending another punch to the wall, this time I felt the skin of my knuckles rip apart. "Stupid dad..." I whispered. "Stupid... mom."

I retracted my injured hand and stared at the broken skin, wincing at the sting that started to form. This is a pain... The blood will dry soon, but the wound won't heal for a few days...

The blood slowly dribbled down my wrist. "...stupid me."

Sighing, I decided to walk around my neighborhood, digging my good hand into my coat's pocket and fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Nope. Too much stress. I need a smoke.

I brought the cigarette up to my mouth, holding the stick in between my lips. I lit it up and inhaled, slowly leaning my back against a wall of an alleyway, before sighing out out, watching as the smoke danced into the air once it was released out of my mouth.

'Mom and dad just don't know when to quit their bullshit, huh...' I thought as I took in another breath, the end of the cigarette lighting up slightly. 'I guess they genuinely enjoy making my life a living hell.'

Puffing out the smoke the moment I looked up into the night sky, black and dark shades of blue painted across the sky like a canvas, the moon the resembled the Cheshire cat's smile standing way up high revealing its beauty.

I felt my lips tug into a smile. I like the night. It conceals my flaws, sins, and everything that makes me imperfect to the eyes of others.

I could be myself and nobody could stop me.

But that's not the only reason that I like the sky when it's draped in darkness. I like it because of the twinkling stars that appear whenever I need to go out and clear my mind. The sky, when it's sprinkled with stars, makes me feel... at peace.