Silent || Kagehina

E i g h t e e n

!! TW: ABUSE !!

Kageyama's POV

As a kid, I vividly remember all the terrible events that were inflicted upon me. While I did have physical scars at one point in time, they mentally scarred me— permanently.

I truly didn't want to proceed in telling this boy my story, my horrible past. It hurts my chest, my brain, all of my body; I'm throbbing.

I clutch my shirt, practically reliving the suffering I once went through. I desperately hope that the ginger doesn't notice the agony I'm feeling as I explain this treacherous, buried past. I understand I keep repeating nearly the equivalent of everything else as I describe this, but I don't care.

I'm hurting and I didn't know it.

I'm hesitant to continue, I look down at my feet, one of my hands gripping Hinata's luscious hair. I swallow in an attempt to get rid of the anxious lump in my throat, but it doesn't go away.

I force myself to continue.

—> Flashback <—

"Mama!" My high pitched voice squeaked happily upon seeing my mother. She gave me a warm smile, embracing me in her loving arms after my long day at being my grandparents' house.

"How was your— oh, honey! What happened?" She frowned and touched my cheek, noticing tiny drops of blood trickling down my face from a gash.

I frown in reply and look down. I think to myself, Should I tell her the truth? I decide against it.

"I accidentally fell out of a tree I was climbing and cut myself against one of its branches. It's no big deal!" I put on my fakest grin imaginable in order to fool my mom. She easily fell for my deception and pulled away from me, holding my shoulders.

"Just be careful next time, okay?" She ruffled my hair and I nodded, hugging her leg in return. "C'mon, let's go home."

She took my hand and grasped it tightly. It was like she was holding a grudge against something, but I never found out what that something was. Although I never saw my dad too often, Mom would say he was too busy working to come home.

I occupied most of my time spent at home by playing with my toys. I had many to choose from, thanks to donations from friendly neighbors in our cul-de-sac.

I usually stayed out of my mom's way, letting her finish whatever she needed to do. I rarely asked about what she did for a living and even if I did, I would get shut down with something along the lines of, "You're too young to know what my job is," which sucked.

Now, to follow this up, I was first in the care of my grandparents when I was four years old. Everything mainly ran smooth until the day I turned seven years old, which was a massive tragedy for me, and supposedly my parents too.

"You're a disgrace!"

My grandmother whipped me with her belt. I felt my back begin to swell for each whip she served me; my backside was on fire.

My grandfather was the worst of all. Even though he didn't do anything, that was quite literally the worst thing he could do, which was stand to the side.

He stood to the side and watched me get beaten until I fell on my knees, confessing to my invisible sins. Apparently my mere existence was enough to drive my family insane, so I figured I should run away.

At some point.

This continued for three more consecutive years without my parents finding out. At this point, my grandmother would find new tactics everyday to leave scars, bruises, or burns. It was a nightmare come true.

On my tenth birthday is when my parents found out about what was being done to me. They immediately took me away from my grandparents, but I always felt that massive pang of guilt travel through my body ever since.

That was until..

now?

—> End of Flashback <—

...

have I moved on?

All because I told Hinata this?