Soudam Week Winter 2018

A soothing Touch

Summary:

Every night he was haunted by the same dreams and they never ended. However one night Kazuichi wondered if someone could help him against the recurring nightmares.

Day 5 of the Soudam Week

Prompt: Nightmares | Physical Contact | Fist Snow

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17095724

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Kazuichi smiled as he saw all the beautiful lights surrounding him and people were laughing as they all enjoyed the festive evening. Music was playing around him and the air was filled with a sweet smell from all the mouthwatering food that was served. It was a beautiful sight and what he would consider a perfect Christmas; just him and his loving friends and family.

His eyes suddenly widened as he looked around again with confusion. Had he seen correctly? Why was his family here? Why was he here? He shouldn't be here, that isn't right. He has to go! He has to go now! He will ruin everything!

Kazuichi's eyes darted throughout the dark and cold room and people were laughing as he groaned in pain, all enjoying to see his misery. Shouting was heard and insults were being called out, one after the other, as the air began smelling heavily like cheep alcohol, making Kazuichi gag. He was scared. It was all because he was here! People who he didn't know, whose faces he couldn't see, were closing in on him, laughing loudly and mocking him. The closer they came, the more everything hurt.

Widening his eyes in fear, Kazuichi jumped onto his feet and ran away, leaving all that shouting, screaming and laughing behind him. He just ran out of the room and down the long hallway of his home. Running and running, trying to get away from that pain, only to come to an abrupt halt when he crashed against a wall.

No, not a wall, a mirror. A mirror reflecting his image as his eyes widened when he saw a young boy with short black hair, brown eyes and glasses, crying in fear as heavy dark bruises covered his skin, barely hidden by his uniform. The reflection stared back at him, mimicking his every movement as more tears fell from all the pain inflicted onto him. Every inch of Kazuichi's body was hurting, it was excruciating. It hurt so much. He wanted it to stop. Please, it had to stop! He wasn't able to stand it.

Looking down at himself, his own skin was covered with injuries, the same one the boy in the mirror had and Kazuichi cried out in pain. Cowering on the cold floor and holding his arms over his head, Kazuichi screamed and begged for the pain to stop. But it never did.

Instead when he opened his eyes he was back in the same dark room like before and someone had a hold of him, screaming at him as they raised their fist and Kazuichi's eyes widened with horror as he saw his father staring at him with an unstoppable rage.

With a scream Kazuichi jolted up from his bed and he indistinctively held his hands before his face to shield himself from the pain. Yet it never came. There was no pain and no one holding him by his collar. He was alone in his room and it was silent around him, as only his own heavy breathing was echoing in the dark room.

He was in his room, away from that place. Kazuichi was in Hope's Peak Academy, where his father couldn't touch him ever again. Yet these nightmares never stopped, they always came back, again and again, every night anew. He couldn't take it, it was driving him crazy, he wanted to scream! So he did. He screamed and cried in fear until his throat was raw and burned. He was scared, he was so terrified. He couldn't take it any more. Why him? Why didn't these nightmares ever stop?