pregame ndr3 chatfic

meanwhile...

(Tw: angst, (sexual) abuse)

◇korekiyos pov◇

I sat, Cold, Bleeding, Desensitized, on my bed. I stare at the blank ceiling. I can barely make out the outline of the plastic stars that used to be there back when this was a happy room. Now its empty. The bedding that has turned to an off white with age. The old desk that's falling apart. The crack in the window that leaks when it rains. Then, the outline of the stars, I got them once upon a time when I had a mom, dad, and loving sister. But that was to far back to really remember. My door opens, but I don't make a move to see who it is, I'm past caring. I wince as the person grabs a fist full of my hair. They pull me out of my bed. I almost collapsed, I really dont have the strength to stand. They drag me down the hallway and throw my into the bathroom. I hear the door lock, most of the rooms in my house lock from the outside. I stand, using the counter as a support. I look into the mirror. I take off my shirt and study the cuts, bruises, hickeys, that are scattered across my body. I sigh as I go to the shower and pull back the grime covered shower curtain. I turn on the cold water and step in to the shower. My acheing muscles scream in relief. I wet my hair and shampoo it. The shampoo because discolored from the dirt, sweat, blood, and god knows what else caked in my hair. I rinse my hair, letting the water fall down my new and newly opened cuts. They sting but its nothing I'm not used to. I  condition my hair, using my fingers to work out some of the knots. I grab the body wash, its milk and honey scented. I love it when I was young, but I've associated it with to many bad things to enjoy it anymore. Now it's a sickeningly sweet scent. I open the cap and pour some on to my hands. I wince as I wash myself, the cuts turn the suds a light pink as they float down the drain. I've always despised the neon pink color of blood. Alot of the ancient documents I've read said blood was once a deep crimson, it's a truly intriguing thing, to think the color of blood changed so drastically. But while I hate the color of blood now, I still hate the color red, that's the color of sist- I realized at some point I must of fallen because I'm sitting down in my shower. I grab onto one of the selves and pull myself up. I finish rinsing of and step out the shower. Now the cycle starts again. I'm hoping it will break, but it'll never happen.