Love is both hell and heaven,
an unpredictable feeling that knocks the door of your heart unprepared, deceives you with with its sincere smile than stabs its claws so hard, so painful in your chest that you die on the very spot you were stabbed, th...
Seconds passed by, minutes accompanying them changing to hours, the awfully slow hours turned to days, days adding a high amount of numbers to themselves became weeks and they too following their parents' path, turned to months.
It has been three months since that day,
three agonizing months.
The ache in Kuroko's heart is still there, preventing him from breathing normally, as he has to take deep breaths. His beautiful face is ruined by two dark bags under his teal crystal eyes. He can't sleep at night afraid of if he closed his eyelids they might attack him again and tear his clothes apart and touch his skin shamelessly as if he is a doll made for their pleasure. He can still sense their dirty hands crossing his body, pinching his pink aroused nipples as he begges them to stop, to FUCKING stop playing with him but no matter what he did, how desperately he kneeled infront of them to spare him, they ignored the diamonds falling restlessly of his dead eyes.
The feeling of nauseous hits his stomach and he rushes to bathroom. Throwing nothing but water in there, he stands up trembling and goes near washbasin to wash his dirty mouth. He pushes the mixertap to up and clear water starts falling strongly in there making a harsh sound, which annoys the tealnette badly. He ignores the ridiculous melody and places his hand under the cold generous liquid then splashes it on his face. After becoming refreshed via the cold water, he takes a look at the mirror, staring at his sad face, one is crying and asks for somewhere to bury itself, to disappear. His breathing becomes shallow and he losing his mind begins punching the useful material for seeing oneself, repeatedly with screams following his violent action.
“Ughhhhhhggggghh, GET LOST!”
“GET LOST!”
“Ahhhhhhhhh”
“Ah.......... sob”
Even though he is trying his best to forget his past, that lonely jerk won't let go of his neck and squeezes its hands tighter around his reddened neck.
His mother, Emica runs to upstairs after hearing his beloved son's screams. His son has always been the type to keep his emotions locked up in his heart, painting an expressionless face for himself so he won't get hurt or make people get worried over him, but these past few months his mask got cracked and you, almost, almost could see the teardrops rolling on his cheek, betraying his robotic sentence of I'm fine . She is so angry that his only remained of husband, won't relay on her. Dammit she is his mother yet she knows nothing of her baby son's struggles.
Opening the brown door furiously, she takes big steps toward bathroom. Once she is there her heart stops beating and her body starts shaking. “Te...tsu baby!”
Her son with bloody hands is crying softly on the covered with red liquid floor making a beautifully heartbreaking view. She creeps nearer while bitting her lower lip, hard. “Tetsu....” She kneels behind her son's back and hugs him tight. “MyTetsu... ” No more words are Flew of her mouth and a comfortable silent befalls them.
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