Diamonds In The Dark

Butterflies

Content Warning: Homophobic language/family. Uses f* word. (No not fuck the other one)
Each section if you wish to skip will be marked with a bold (>>>>>>>>>>>>)

Skeppy splashed cool water on his face, before drying it off. The small diamonds glinted in the steamy bathroom mirror, bright under the fluorescent light and from the shower water. He gingerly touched the ones barely visible above his shirt around his collarbone. The fact was, the small blue diamonds litterered his body, running down his spine, trailing the back of his hands and collar bones. A few littered the sides of his neck and as of recently a few appeared along his cheek. Those ones he hated the most, unlike everything else that he could hide, that he could keep secret, these he couldn’t. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and finished dressing for the day. As he wriggled into a simple black sweater a soft voice broke his thoughts.

“Do they hurt?” Halo looked at him from the doorway of the bathroom. The dark hybrid had seen Skeppy look so conflicted in the mirror.

He thought back to the last several weeks he had spent with Halo. Never once had the sweet guy pushed Skeppy, or forced him to open up about the gemstones that appeared like freckles on his skin. Which he was grateful for, it was a first that anyone had given him that sort of respect. Skeppy glanced to the side seeing the hybrid, who was wearing an oversized gray hoodie and a pair of tank khaki pants. His tail drooped behind him a little as he looked over his roommate.

“. . .no.” Skep answered softly as he adjusted the turtle neck. “They . . .they don’t hurt.”

“Then why do you hide them?” Bad’s voice was so gentle and kind.

Skeppy fiddled with the hem of a sleeve, unable to meet the other’s eyes, “I don’t like them. . .everyone has always mocked me for what I am. So when they kept treating me poorly for things they couldn’t see. . .I hid the features they could.”

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Diamond freak! Go back to the ground where you belong. You’ll never be one of us. Gay freak. Hybrid . Useless and unwanted. Bastard and son of a whore. Get out of our school!

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The words stung in his mind, still fresh, and painful, and those were just the students and teachers. His mother’s words were harsher and even more bitter. So hateful, from someone who should’ve been his caretaker. The one person who should’ve provided safety, and taught him the gentle side of the world, and held him when he fell. The one place he should’ve felt comfort and warmth was just as cold and empty as a corpse.

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“I didn’t raise a fag in this house! Get out! Get out! I should’ve left you on the streets years ago when you’re father left! “ His mother screamed, pure hatred and drunken anger fueling her words. “First you’re another freak of nature that I didn’t want! Then the stones and now this?! Get the fuck out of my house!”

She slammed the glass bottle against the doorframe and pointed to the door, her face unwavering with any sense of pity. “Get the hell out of my house you wasteful faggot!”

She barely gave him an hour to gather his things. The whole time her piercing eyes burned at his skin, she hit him too. He felt so numb at this point, her slaps no longer stinging.