I'll endure the pain until it kills me (Depressed Yamaguchi Au)

Why?

Yamaguchi stood in front of the mirror and cried. His skin looked disgusting. How he ever go into volleyball practice looking like this. Or anywhere for that matter. His father had gotten so ruthless that he didn't even care if other people saw what he did to his son. He cut off skin from his face and from the rest of his body. Some spots were bigger than others and some were barely noticeable. But all Yamaguchi knew was that it hurt like hell to wear a shirt or any clothes for that matter. It's like then you have a big cut where you can see the pink meat in your skin and your clothes keep brushing over it causing friction or when you rub your shirt onto your eye. All he could do was wrap up his "skin" and hope no one noticed. Not that anyone would notice though. It's not like people really cared for him.

'You still think you're to good for suicide?'

Yamaguchi ignored the voice in his head as he looked for for bandages and alcohol. 

"How am I gonna come up with money for surgery?" Yamaguchi mumbled to himself remembering what his father told him earlier.

-Flashback- 

"Since I can't remove all the freckled by force you will be paying to get them removed." was what his father had told him after he finished slicing off his skin. All Yamaguchi could do was nod as his father threw the knife onto the floor and walked off.

-End of flashback-

Yamaguchi opened up the alcohol top and poured it onto his skin. As he liquid substance his his skin he flinched. Why did his father hate him so much? Why did he hate his freckles so much? Why did he love seeing his son suffer? Why did he have to change so much? Why did mom die? All these question filled his head as he wrapped up his body not even noticing the tears flowing down his face.

'Hopefully none of the kids at school ask me questions.' Yamaguchi thought to himself as he cleaned up. He put on a white top and some shorts and headed to bed. Maybe if he was lucky he wouldn't wake up.