Galaxy- Shigadabi

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Touya POV

"Weak. Why can't you be stronger? BE STRONGER DAMNIT!" My dad yelled.

"I-I'm sorry- AAAAAAHHH!!!" I screamed, hands rushing up to cover my burning skin. "D-DAD STOP!!!" I choked out.

"HAH? How can you surpass ME when you can't handle a few flames? Pathetic," He spat, walking out of the room.

I curl up in a ball, closing my eyes. I ran my fingers through my red hair, trying to calm down.

"F-fuck..." I mutter, when pain shoots up my arm. I open my eyes and try to stand.

Key word: Try

As soon as I shift my weight onto my foot, I collapse.

"Damn it..." I mumble, crawling towards a mirror. When I look at my reflection, I gasp. "Oh my god..." I whisper.

Purple bruises and burnt marks where forming under my eyes, around the lower part of my face, top of my chest, my whole arm, and my legs.

What am I doing WRONG?

I try and try... what am I MISSING?

After awhile, I slowly limp back to my room. Luckily, no one was in the halls. Which means nobody saw me cry, Thank god.

Because I'm not supposed to cry.

I'm supposed to be strong

... but I wasn't

Anyway, my room wasn't the most detailed thing. In fact, it was plain. Boring, even. The walls where just plain red, and it only had the necessities in it. A bed, closet, nightstand, and a small bathroom.

I crawl into the bathroom and rummage under the sink for the first aid kit. I always have a large stock of bandages, for times like this and... other reasons.

I quickly wrap my arms, followed by my legs. I had a little bit of trouble wrapping up my chest in the bandages, but my face was by far the hardest. Since I couldn't WRAP my face in bandages, I had to cover it in cream before laying some gauze on it. Kinda like papier-mâché.

During the little... incedent, some blood managed to seep through my shirt. Since I don't want to look like a murderer, I changed into a black long sleved shirt. I also changed my pants because who knows what kind of grit got on them.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door.

"Touya?" My brothers voice projected through the door. "You in there?"

"Yeah," I reply. "What do you want?"

"Can I come in?" He asks. I hear some movement on the other side of the door. I look in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me.

"Fine," I say. "The doors open..."

Sure enough, my younger brother Natsuo walked in. As soon as he saw my bandages, his face paled.

"So he did it again," He muttered and sat on my bed. I sat down next to him, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Yeah."

"Tou..." He looks up at me. "Does it hurt?" I look down.

"Yes," I mumble. "But it's fine. I'm used to it."

"Bro... it's just so unfair," Natsuo cursed. "Like, why does he only beat you and Shoto? Why can't I take some of the pain? Why can't I lighten your load?" He shakes his head. "Why can't I help?"

I wrap a bandaged arm around Natsuo, comforting him.

"Hold up- does Shoto get a worse beating then I do?" I ask him.