𝔸 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕀𝕟 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕤 (ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕘)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾: 𝙺𝚊𝚒 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒

Chisaki Kai's POV:

"What did I do wrong?!" My mother sobbed into my fathers shoulder.

My father gently rubbed her back trying to comfort her. I could see the look of sorrow on his face.

So this is what failed parenting looks like.

I was never a good kid. My parents were never able to get things done. They worried about me constantly.

I guess you could say I wasn't exactly normal.

Kids my age were always outside playing, while I stayed in my bedroom. I never had friends as a child. If I wanted to, I could have had friends. But, I think of friends as an obstacle that holds you back.

Since I had no friends, a lot of people judged me. But, really I didn't care. They could judge me all they wanted to. It wouldn't change a thing.

It all started when I was 6 years old. Everything changed.

I witnessed my older sister hanging by a noose in her closet. I was so in shocked that I kept my mouth shut. I remember closing the closet door as if it were a stain on the carpet that I was trying to hide.

I thought that they wouldn't notice. I'm not sure why I thought that, but I did.

That night, I heard my mother scream.

It echoed through my house.

Later that night, police officers came. They questioned my mother and father. I just hung out in the backyard.

I bounced a ball on the concrete. Yet, as the ball kept bouncing. Every tap made my muscles tense.

Suddenly, anger filled me as I aggressively threw the ball over the fence. I wasn't sure what I was angry about, but I just was.

That anger stayed with me for a while.

When I was 7, a year after my sister had taken her life, I got into my first physical fight.

I remember the kid just tapping his pencil on the desk. I asked him to stop, he just rolled his eyes at me.

So I stood up, grabbed the back of his hair, slamming his face into the desk.

My parent's were called that day.

They were confused on why I did that. When we got home that day, they questioned me. The only answer I came up with was "He was annoying me."

I was grounded for a week after that.

My tenth birthday was when my parents tried to make me befriend other kids. She had my entire class invited over. I hated it.

They kept touching my things.

At the time, I had a figurine collection of different super heroes and villains I liked. Some kid accidently broke one.

That's when I snapped.

I remember slapping the kid and then proceeding to yell at everyone.

It was quite awkward after that. Especially when some kids started crying. My parent's weren't sure what they should do in that situation so they just declared that it was time to eat the cake.

I stayed quiet the rest of the day.

"Kai, sit down!" My teacher yelled.

I glared at her as I plopped down in my seat.

"Who do you think you are glaring at me like that!" She scolded.

Kids were staring at me. Some were giggling quietly.

I kept my mouth shut.

The rest of the day I made sure to keep my mouth shut.

When I got home that day, my mother told me she had found me a therapist. That pissed me off.

"I don't need one!" I shouted angrily at her as I dropped my backpack on the ground.

"Sweetie, it's for the best." My mother spoke softly as she gently cupped my cheeks.

I slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

(Sorry for the long wait. Also, I wasn't sure what i was doing on this chapter soo-)