Highschool DxD FanFiction: Living For You

Chapter One: Life Flashing Before My Eyes

(OC) - Bloodon POV

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There i was, laying in the dirt, covered by my own blood, in my last moments, as the life was draining from my eyes quickly. I looked up at the starry sky, then I looked at the ground and noticed something else next to me. I looked at it as I quietly muffled to myself:

"... I'm sorry... I didn't fulfil my promise..."

As I tried to say something else the pain got so great that I couldn't move any longer. And in my last moments, I saw my life flash before my eyes...

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My whole childhood had been locked inside the deepest parts of my mind, which I couldn't reach for. I didn't know what was in there, but I knew that I did that. And there was a great reason for it. I didn't know exactly what, but I could feel that the reason was great.

Before I knew it, those locks dropped to the endless pit... And all my memories flashed back to me... Those dark memories i tried so hard to forget...

Every piece of my childhood was torture. My parents were cruel beings that could barely be called human. They hated me for no reason at all, so they decided that I was fun torturing me. They weren't so bad most of the time, not merely as my brother. He was disabled in the legs, but not severely, he could still walk, but he just had troubles. He was 4 years older than me and ever since I was a little kid, he loved to take advantage of being older and stronger than me and forced me to do his bidding. If I refused, "punishment" awaited me. He would beat mercilessly, he would dig his nails in my hands and rip out my skin and flesh.

My so-called "parents" knew what he was doing, but didn't care enough for me to do anything about it. He also went to school, that sounded nice. Just the thought that I had the same blood running through my veins as these people made me disgusted. I hated everybody, and I was nothing like them.

Throughout the years, my suffering had given me horrible depression. My brain, to protect it's sanity, made me lose my memories. It was horrible, but at least it wasn't as painful. But of course, there were some things I could never forget. Things that were scarring, more scarring then my body. By the time that I was 12, I couldn't take it anymore. I was going insane, so I made up my mind. For weeks upon weeks I was planning out my escape. And summer "vacation" was coming up. That "vacation" to me was nothing more then more torture, just at a different location. The only reason my "family" brought me with them, was so I wouldn't die. On "vacation" While I was locked in my room, I was thankful that the hotel wasn't like my home. I hadn't been eating as much in the last days, and I saved all the excess food for my escape. I grabbed my backpack, which had some food and water and one blanket, which I snatched at the last moment. I tried opening the window, but of course, knowing my parents, they had to be locked. It didn't take me long to grab the firmest object I could find. I room it and I started hitting the window as hard as possible. When it started cracking I started hitting it more softly, after all I didn't want to make attract attention. The glass quietly broke, and it didn't take me long before I started climbing out of it. I was on the second floor, so it wasn't dangerous. I carefully jumped to balcony of the apartment bellow me. Then I made my way to the ground. Then without thought, I headed to the hills. This was the first time I was ever in the city. It was midnight, so nobody could see me run away. I started climbing the hills, and with ease, I was already on the other side and I didn't plan on taking a break. I climbed down the hill, and ended up in a plain, and and it has a beautiful lake. I went down by it and sat at the shore. All I could do was watch it, the small waves shined in the moonlight, creating a mirror effect on the night sky. The chilling wind hit my back as I started feeling cold, I pulled out my blanket and covered myself, next thing I knew, I had already fallen asleep. I woke up the next morning and went on my way again. But I couldn't help but wander to myself: