So I've been distracting myself with this other story. Then I realized I could make this. So this will be connected to one of my stories. Anyway
Inspired by WWMH and Jimmy Casket
Ever since I could remember. I've been tortured. For almost no reason. For my 2 tails. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Physically or mentally. But they left me no choice. Let me tell you my story. Of how I became Killua Casket.
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It was in the middle of winter. Ever since I could remember I was bullied. I was just walking around thinking about playing in the snow. Like any kid would.
Bully 1: Hey freak! I'm cold. Give me your scarf!
Arter: It's Arter. Why can't you get your own?
Bully 1: Because it's yours. Obviously.
The bullies take the scarf while laughing.
Arter: Stupid bullies.
Arter was about to walk away when the bullies threw snowballs at him.
Arter: Stop it.
The bullies kept doing it over and over.
Arter: I said stop it!
Then the bullies stopped. Arter opened his eyes and they started punching him in the face.
Arter: Leave me alone!
Bully 3: Why should we?
Bully 2: Not like anyone cares about you.
I knew they were right. No matter how much my teachers. My classmates. Even my parents said how much they cared and loved me. I refused to believe it. The first time I actually felt trusted and the least bit of love. I was immediately rejected.
Flashback
Girl: Can you meet me outside of school?
Arter: Why?
Girl: I want to talk to you about something.
Arter in head: Well might as well get this over with.
Later
Girl: I love you.
Arter: What? Really?
Of course I didn't love her back. But I thought I could trust her. And gave her a chance. Maybe one person. Just one was all I needed. One person to prove me wrong that not all people are the same.
