The unseen love

Chapter X -> Devil or Angel?

Arthit Pov.

I didn't really fall asleep, it had been just a light slumber. When I had said to him: whatever, I hadn't expected he would follow through on what he said though, but when I suddenly felt his fingers on my neck I my sleepy feeling was gone. I had to work hard, trying not to move and remain silent. His fingers tickled me, nearly sending me into a jerking laughter. But i laid there just waiting to see what he would do. But it wasn't much special, he just did what he had told me he would do, cleaning my wounds, putting on bandage and some biting liquid that I thought to be iodine. But overall it didn't feel bad. But to be honest I might even enjoy it a little bit. Really arthit, only a little bit? Shush, I don't even want to know it.

Meanwhile he was mumbling all the time as if he was thinking out loud but no matter how much I tried I couldn't understand a word of it.

Aah, a sharp pain went through my neck, he must have taken out a piece of concrete or so that had remained stuck after it hit me. I felt how he carefully clean up the wounds before getting his stuff together. When he stood up he sighing and mumbling but this time I could understand him.

I just didn't understand why he cared so much, why would he take the effort to do all this for me? Experience had taught me that such behavior was suspicious. People who cared for me in my life at some point either died, left me or betrayed me. Why would I give someone else a chance, risking going through another cycle of betrayal.

Flashback

Why are you doing this to me bright? Why did you spread all those rumors about me? Who did you betray me? Is this how you treat your friends? I am not your friend nor have I ever been. Ah, Bright you can say so but you know better than that, others can attest to that as well. You, you always need to show off how smart you are. My parents, since they met you they only talk on how great you are, how I should be more like you, telling me I have much too learn from you. You stole my friends, stole my parents and ruined everything I got just by appearing alone.

At that time I hadn't responded, there was more to the story then he would tell me. His parents abused him. He struggled in school needing to put in a lot of effort just to get a C or D. I had helped him a lot but his parents regarded him as their failed child. They really hated him and even were ashamed of him deeming him unworthy of succession I later learned they had disowned him. He had blames his troubles on my and since that fateful day did anything he could to ruin my life. From that moment on I had categorically refused to make friends or have a form of a social life. Afraid to be betrayed again, afraid to feel even more guilt. Cause yes, I felt guilty about what happened, guilty that I never really sensed his trouble before it had been too late.

The episode had hurt me a lot, my best friend had spread rumors around the school, photoshopped pictures had been hung everywhere. As a result I couldn't go anywhere without someone calling me out. Faggot, trash, piece of garbage. But It weren't only these insults, they mocked my blindness, used everything they could to incite me, dancing around me singing insulting chants, pricking me with needles, taking videos of my rage putting it on the internet. I had gotten into a vicious spiral of pain, darkness, insults, bullying and guilt. And it got worse by day. The first days I thought it would subside in time, but it didn't. It only worsened, they tackled me on stairs, showered me when I walked out the building emptying buckets of flower, water, mud, dirt, garbage, paint and pepper powder over me. Other times I would be kicked in my back falling flat on the ground or in a pond of water. In the end it was just sheer hatred that I encountered. At that point my mother was already ill and I hid it all from her not wanting her to worry about me. But the load on my shoulders increased, at school I was living in a hell, home was l was losing the only person who seemed to love me, even my silent spots weren't safe anymore, once, they had thrown me once in the river and if Singto, the dog I had before prince, hadn't saved me that time I would have drowned for sure cause I couldn't swim. But the next day I found him laying in the woods with his throat sliced open, laying in a pool of blood. I had slammed my hands against some tree until they bled, that time was the first time in my life that I flew in a fit of rage, I had screamed in terror, throwing out all the pain that circled around me and i. My heart, all the hatred that had been thrown towards me. WHY ME??? Why me? I had been on the verge of going insane that time, not being able to think anymore from the pain and anguish, I had ran into the woods, howling, weeping and screaming not being able to calm down. It felt as if I was dying just from all the pain alone that clenched around my heart and cheat, blocking my breath, slowing my blood. The last thing I remembered from that night is that I slowly got unconscious. When I woke up I could smell the cadaver laying next to me. I ran back home cleaning myself up, but that same day my mom died. But I gathered all strength I had left to deal with all I needed to do to arrange an honorable and worthy funeral for her.

The day after she had been buried I visited her grave to mourn in solitude. The grief I felt was terrible, I didn't talk, I didn't react and didn't move. The first day I went back to school Bright approached me, where is your mother Arthit? Can I come visit her? When I heard that everything turned red and black in my head, with a deep nearly inhuman growl I had lunged myself onto him strangling his neck fighting to kill him off. But others had prevented it, They kicked my until I laid motionless on the floor, badly bruised and bleeding from all over my body. After I stumbled home my calling my dad for help he shoved me back causing me to fall, you are of no worth, just shut up. Those words had pierced my heart like I knife goes through butter. Overwhelmed by tears I had send grandma a short text goodbye grandma, I always loved you.
Just when I was ready to jump of the stairs with the rope around my neck she came running into our home. Arthit NNOOOO!! But I had jumped in front of her eyes with her screams in my ears. But the robe broke, the knot had been too loose and the robe wasn't strong enough, my haste and lack of focus due to all emotions had saved me.

When I had fallen on the ground in front of her being badly wounded she had taken me into her arms, into her car to the hospital after which I moved in with her. She had gone to the school, got bright suspended and cleared the way for me to return, with long hours of talks, and talks, and talks and.....talks setting me on track to get where I was today.

That one friendship I started had been the cause of endless pain and misery, a cycle of pain and fights that still continued up to this moment and had only been subdued for now it seemed by my payments of money to the culprits. But why should I risk starting another one, who would guarantee me Kongpob would do the same as Bright, betray me and try to ruin my life? Who says he wouldn't just crunch me when I trusted him, breaking me apart?

While All those thoughts were flying within me, there was one thing I categorically ignored, what I had felt. Feelings were dangerous, weaknesses and shouldn't be taken into consideration so the questions that were at the center of my attention were the ones my fears had stoked up inside me: who was he, coming on my doorstep, knocking on my door just at that moment? Was he an angel? Or a devil? Why did he seem to care so much? Was he pitying me? Or was there another reason? Why should I trust him, why wouldn't he betray or leave me like Bright or my mother? When I pondered over these questions my curiosity finally won it from my fears, it seemed, as my mouthed had suddenly moved: kongpob, why did you do this for me? Why do you even care? What followed was a deafening silence..........

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A.n

I wanted to give you all some insight into Arthits dillema, where it came from etc and reveal some of brights background.
I had some struggles finding a comfortable writing style but this chap felt best with me, what do you all think of it?

There won't be any updates until monday/tuesday due to exams i must prepare

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