[C] A Specter's Offer [AO | TBTP | Closed] May 31, 2017 11:27:11 GMT -5
Post by Mako Fujita on May 31, 2017 11:27:11 GMT -5
WARNING: Mention of suicide, depression, murder, sexual and physical abuse, as well as other adult themes.
All the young boy could feel was the pain that thrummed through his body like some twisted, sadistic electrical current, but then, that was nothing new really.
Mako was currently laying on the muddy ground off the path from the edge of town (if one could call the center of the slums really a 'town'). He wasn't sure how much damage he'd taken this time, but he was relatively certain that several bones were at least fractured- he could taste blood, but it felt like he still had all his teeth at least. Usually, his father didn't strike his face out of fear that someone that wasn't a small boy would notice and come after him in anger. However, this time he'd been stupid enough to actually say something back at the man as he kicked him .. it had been a painful mistake, and one he should have known better than do. Sadly, even with all the emotional control, he had managed to obtain, life wasn't always so kind. On one hand, having met Reiko, Yuuta, and the others- had been a .. positive thing, as far as he could tell. He didn't feel .. as, bad at the very least. He no longer wanted to kill himself constantly, he no longer stood at the edge of the cliff- staring down into the abyss and measuring how far he'd have to fall to end himself quickly.
But the other side of it was that he could tell his emotional control that he had used for so long, was slipped here and there. Talking back to his father was proof- he was certain that he felt blood trickling down the back of his legs, and his stomach felt like it was a mess of cramps from the abuse .. of both types. Thinking about it made him slowly curl into a ball, but he couldn't cry, even as his fingers dug into the flesh of his scalp .. crying would just make it worse. He should never have talked back, he knew better. He needed to at least tend to the cuts and bleeding, but he couldn't find it in himself to force himself up, his legs felt like jello. His father had just tossed him out once he was done, face first into the mud and told him to come back when he was done being a "useless rat", of course, he said it every time- and it never changed. He was weak, he was powerless, useless, unable to even fight back against his father, or anyone for that matter. His grip on his skin tightened as his eyes faltered, but still, no tears came- only him spitting blood from his mouth to the side as he struggled to try and calm his muscles enough to at least get up out of the mud.
He was in pain, but more than that .. he was tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically .. he had thought, like a fool, perhaps he was getting better. Perhaps his life was getting a bit better thanks to his new acquaintances- but it wasn't. It had just made his life worse, something that was so fitting it made him want to hurl. Happiness, hope, love, none of it really existed- and yet, no matter how much he thought that he couldn't force them to leave him alone. He was too weak to even tell them "no" or to leave him alone and let him suffer in silence until he died- or ended himself. It was frustrating. But he couldn't help it, he was weak, but even more than that .. he was a coward. He was scared. So scared he couldn't even manage to tell his "friends" what was going on out of fear his father would target them too. So scared he couldn't talk back, couldn't fight back- not against his father, nor anyone else that decided they wanted to pick on the weak and beat the hell out of him on a whim.
There was no redeeming feature about the boy, caked in mud, grease, and blood- injured in multiple locations, dressed in rags, he could only stare at the nearby roots of a tree and hold himself- waiting for the pain to fade away from him enough to at least move. Hopefully, he wouldn't get sick from this, but it would probably be his luck.
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