Akuma

Chapter 3

A/N: Cursing, small gore, violence, and child neglect warning. Blah, blah, don't read this if you're uncomfortable with that. Okay, cool. 

It was a few weeks until anything of significance happened. I mean, yes I got in "trouble," as in my curfew was decreased by thirty-ish minutes, so nothing momentous. I suppose they just didn't want to go through the effort of filling out the paperwork to put me in juvy.

Frankly, their small efforts didn't really do anything. They couldn't stop me from "sneaking out" or still just laying awake in bed. It's not like I could easily fall asleep, that was one of the many things that evaded me.

Anyways, we pick back up at me waking up from a nightmare, fresh from my chilled soul. I sat up and glanced over at the kid's bed, which was still deserted. I swung my legs around and off the bed, silently standing.

I walked the few steps to get to my dresser and dug out my wallet, then I-

"You had a wallet at five?" Willow asked, interrupting me. I growled and glared at them. They had slowly edged closer to the edge of their cell, where I was sitting. They flinched and backed up a foot. "I was six, I said that I was earlier, too," I stated. "Your birthday passed and you didn't deem that important?" They asked, appalled. I scoffed, "Well it's not like anything even happened,"

"How old are you now?" They asked.

"Aren't you just eager for information." I mumbled, then took a breath. "Anyways, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted..."

Once I had dug out my wallet, I brought it back to my bed and opened it, ruffling through my photos. A couple were of me and my mother, a year or so after dad died. Then even less of just me. Even less of me, mother, and Willow. But, I had three with me, my dad, and mother; and only one of me and dad.

I didn't remember much about him, he did "die" when I was three after all. I say "die" since I don't think that's what actually happened, but that's a story for later.

Now, I gave a small smile at the photo of me and dad before sliding it back into the wallet. I hesitated a bit before just sticking it under my pillow for the time being. After that, I finally glanced at the alarm clock that I was given, it was seven AM. I woke up late.

I swung off my bed and hustled to breakfast, it was a Thursday, so it was waffles today. I liked waffles. I got a plate, then got seconds before cleaning it and going back to my room so I could change and be ready for school.

I fished around in my dresser until finding a t-shirt and some jeans. I don't remember the design of the t-shirt, but it also doesn't exactly matter.

I do remember, though, that as I was walking out the front doors ready for my first day of first grade, I saw that kid. His arm was fully wrapped in a cast and he had this flash of terror in his eyes as they met mine. It felt good. It felt correct.

I stood up from the ground and began walking away. "That's it?" Willow cried behind me, as they pulled uselessly at their chained arms, making a satisfying clanking sound that regerverated back from the low ceiling.

I turned around to look at them, grabbing the corner of the wall I was about to round momentarily, "I think you would prefer to sleep, and fresh food in the morning, then listening to me drone on into eternity," I stated flatly. I didn't give them a chance to respond as I turned and finished my walk to the outside of the building.

Once outside, I took in a breath of fresh air. Ungrateful bastard. Could've killed you on the spot and you're still begging for more information, I scowled. My necklace vibrated slightly, trying to get my attention.