Keith looked outside of his ratty bedroom. He loved this time of year because he could see the pretty snow float down from the gray skies and littering the black road.
Keith missed his mom very much. He remembered when she would play Christmas music and they would have old ugly sweaters then laugh at each other, until their sides hurt.
He remembered the night he killed her.
Keith laid fast asleep on his futon. He had earned the privaledge of getting one instead of lying on the marble floor.
His long dark raven hair was sprawled underneath himself and covered most of his flat pillow.
He nuzzled the soft sheet closer to him smiling slightly. Then he heard a crash, followed by screaming.
He sat up and looked around his dark room. The space underneath the door glowed with a faint yellow light, signaling that someone was awake.
His legs were shaking so much he was afraid that they would fall off. He swallowed and proceeded to get out of bed.
He brush his bangs out the way and turned the door knob. He heard loud coughing, and a quiet and weak voice.
Keith hoped and prayed to any god who's out there that the old oak floorboards wouldn't creak under her s weight.
He gently placed his finger on the corner of the wall and peeked into the living room.
There was his father licking a knife that dripped with a red substance. Keith's violet eyes widened and he shakily looked down at the corpse that lay face down on the floor.
It had purple hair...."MOM!" He ran to her and flipped her over. "No no no no no no no please no. MoM! Mom no...." Keith whispered pathetically. "Mommy....please.." his small voice wavered.
Then cruel man laughed loudly and walked towards his skinny son. "She didn't love you, my dear.." he said in a sickly sweet tone as he dragged the knife across his finger tips.
"She never DID" he plunged the knife---
Keith quickly sat up screaming. Then he touched the scar that danced across his pale cheek.
Then he let out a broken sob. His eyes became heavy and he shit them as heart wracking sobs bounced throughout the house.
Lance went to go congratulate the new parents so he wasn't there to calm his hurting raven.
Keith pulled his small legs up to his chest and sobbed as his father's words echoed through his head.
She didn't love you.
She never did.
Keith got up and went into the bathroom. He opened the wooden drawer and searched through Lance's endless cosmetic supplies.
Normally he would have chuckled and rolled his eyes but now was not the time.
He found what he was looking for. Keith grabbed the razor and held it up to his arm.
He looked at himself in the mirror, scowling at what he looked like.
His hair was a mess and stuck out at all angles. His violet eyes were surrounded by pink making it explicit that he was crying.
And his complexion looked lighter than usual.
He took a deep breath and made the cut on an old one so it would bleed more.
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Hurting Inside {Modern/Steven Universe AU}
FanfictionA klangst that I gave a lot of thought. So um, there is angst and abuse in this story. Also mentions of self-harm.
