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hurt.

Kritana was (to an un-healthy extent) scrawny, pale, had jet black hair, and pale green eyes. Tonight Kritana spent yet another night mostly in the bathroom. People thought he had burn injuries, or maybe he was a bad-ass fighting crime at night. If only that *was* the case. He put bandages all over himself for a reason not even himself really knew. It was probably because he had some rare disease - at least that's what the doctors said. Every time someone even touched him, the next day he would have an injury in the same spot.  Depending on the contact, there was a certain level at which he was harmed.

It's not like Kritana didn't want to befriend someone - he physically couldn't.  Every relationship he had been in was toxic the moment they found out about his situation. Most people took advantage of that. Like his parents. Like her......

That is why public school was always such a living hell for him: PEOPLE. People flooded the hallways and bumped into each other and touched and kissed each other all the time.  That's another thing; due to his situation he never even truly experienced love. The only reason his parents had finally sent him to a real school was probably just out of pity - hoping maybe one day he'll at least make one friend - or that the "normal" kids would rub off on him.

He hated school.

And there are only two things he hates in this world.

"Kriiit!" Called his mom, snapping him back to reality. Kritana put down his journal and rushed down stairs, pretty hungry. But instead of food, what greeted him in the living room was the serious faces of his father and mom. Just by the look on their faces - he knew they were going to have "The Talk".

"Y-yeah mom..?" He stammered, looking down at his fidgety hands.

"Krit, please sit".

He reluctantly sat down. The seat was cold. So was the dead cold stares he felt chilling through his spine as they watched him.

"Me and your Dad have been talking... and well we know admitting you in public school is already probably confusing enough for you. Hopefully you will understand that's for the better. But you know... me and Dad have problems in our lives as well, you know."

Kritana still looked down, fidgeting with his hands. He would not be surprised if what he thought what they thought was true.

"You know, Krit.." said Dad, trying to pitch in. It wasn't working. He continued. "As much as we love you... we have to take care of ourselves as well. Now that you've become a full-fledged teenager I'm sure you know all about taking care of yourself. That's why..." he looked away as well, not meeting Kritana's eyes when he looked up at them.

His mom jutted in ," I'm sorry Kritana, but we can't do this anymore. When we were having a baby we wanted to raise it as our own, love and nurture it. But with you... we couldn't. " She started to choke up . " I can't love a child if it's impossible."

                 "Your impossible to love."

"Thats why we're giving you up."