My Oneshots

Tears

Trigger Warning: Parental abuse, self harm

Only mentioned in paragraph 3, skip if you need to.

Currin Sallow's parents hated him the moment they found Ginaru Sallow's body and him next to it. They blamed him for his younger brother's death, and he blamed himself too.

Sakii Sallow might have been the one to send the gun, and that made Currin hate his sister even more, but it was still his fault.

(TRIGGER PARAGRAPH) His parents would hurt him. Digging a knife into his skin, red liquid bubbling up. And eventually, he got used to it. When his parents were away on a business trip, he took the knife and dug it in.

He deserved it. He deserved everything coming at him.

No one liked him in the death game. He put on a mask and smiled darkly. They thought he was Birdhouse, or perhaps even the Voice. He was neither.

No one tried to talk to him, except Karla Walker. But she tried to talk to everyone. She didn't give up, but at least now she wasn't trying to "help" him.

Sometimes, Currin would turn and see Hiroyuki Hiraoka looking at him. The psychologist was nice to others, but had never tried talking to Currin. The boy didn't care, though. He preferred to walk his path alone.

Currently, he was sitting in his room. He didn't say anything, didn't really do anything. He had nothing to do. Until the knock arrived.

What? Oh, fuck this. I'll just stay here.

The knock came again. Currin groaned. "Okay, who the fuck is it?"

"It's Hiraoka," the person at the door replied. Currin narrowed his eyes.

"Well then, Hiraoka-sama, stop knocking. I'm not going to open the door."

"Sallow-san, I just want to talk." Hiraoka wasn't going to give up soon, huh.

"...fine, I'll open the damn door. Just don't try anything." Currin got up and went to the door, opening it and hitting the psychologist with a glare. "What do you want to talk about?"

Hiraoka entered, closing the door behind him. "You, Sallow-san. This isn't the real you, right?"

Currin laughed a bit. "What? Think I have a twin?" I don't. I just have a dead brother and a toxic sister.

"I meant, this isn't how you're really like. I doubt you're as mean as you pretend you are." Currin fell silent as Hiraoka spoke... of course the psychologist had a way with words. "This isn't the real Currin Sallow, right?"

"Shut up. I thought the psychiatrists or psychologists are supposed to be the logical ones." Currin forced out, hoping Hiraoka wouldn't notice the difference in his voice. How did he figure out? Am I just that bad of an actor? Victoria-sama called me an antagonist... antagonists don't break like I do.

"You've shown signs over and over again." Hiraoka stared into his eyes, and Currin fiddled with the scarf he always wore. The scarf that hid his scars. "The way you look at Ito-san with such hatred... it's quite clear that it's forced.

Bringing Aji Ito into this, huh? "I do hate Ito-sama, and I have every reason to. They don't interact with anyone except Walker-sama."

"You claim to hate them, yet you use the honorific -sama for them. Same with everyone else," Hiraoka pointed out.

"Irrelevant. I can't stop myself."

"You're still pretending." Damn, Hiraoka was good. "Sallow-san, stop doing it."

"I need to!" Currin snapped, anger flooding through him. "I need to pretend! I have to be someone like this in this death game or else- o-or else-"

"You think that people will kill you." Hiraoka finished his sentence. "Doesn't everyone have that fear? Except those who plan their moves already."

Currin had no response to that.

"I'll help you, Sallow-kun." The change in honorifics surprised Currin, but he didn't show it. "I'll make sure they won't kill you."

Currin Sallow burst into tears.

Characters are part of an original manga. All belong to me.