The Scars

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*TRIGGER WARNING SELF HARM, BULLYING, AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS*

(this is a flashback in Taka's POV)

"Kuwata!-" I yell. "Whaddya want freak?" He asks in a rush. "You're running in the halls!" "Does it look like I give a shit?" "You still have to face your conseque- AAH-" I say as he pulls me into a bathroom stall. "K-Kuwata?" I say, tears swelling up in my eyes. He pulls out a pocket knife and puts the blade under my chin. "Cool right?" He says looking at the sharp blade caressing my skin. He moves the knife and puts it to my chest. He carves the words "Die Freak" I scream loudly but he covers my mouth. He lets me out of the stall. I run out of the stall crying and hide in my *unusually large* locker for the rest of the day. When the day was over I run all the way home. I just wanted to be in somebody's arms. But my home isn't the home for that. I ran into my room and these thoughts began to swarm my head: nobody cares about me. i'm so stupid. worthless. if I died nobody would care. I really am just a freak. 

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