𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

daddy issues ~ 30

There were times when he couldn't stop the vile thoughts from rushing in. He wondered... why he was in a situation like that, where his life went wrong. And then, he would come to the conclusion: His life went wrong the moment he was conceived.

That was all there was to it.

He was fated to live like that—doomed, better said.

The thoughts would rush in and the urge to just... disappear would overcome him—the urge to... stop existing.

He wasn't a suicidal person, no, far from it, but in that moment, when he felt the most pain he had ever felt—pain that was stronger than the pain his father inflicted upon his body—he couldn't help but want to die.

"Yuma...?" Faintly, he heard someone say his name, "I'm..." Whoever the person was, they didn't finish their sentence.

That's right, he wasn't alone. There were people around him and there he was, behaving like it was the end of the world. What a joke, what was he doing? His pain didn't matter—it was worthless.

It didn't mean anything, "I'm fine," he spoke, breathing in, "I'm fine." He repeated, breathing out and raising his hands to wipe at the half-dried tear stains.

He was fine. He was fine. He was fine. He was fine. He was fine.

Everything was all right. Nothing was wrong. It was going to be okay.

He was going to be okay.

Without a second though, he stood up and grabbed his bag, "I'll be going back home. We'll talk tomorrow aunties." He gave them a closed-lip smile and briefly nodded at the principal, before he stepped towards the door.

"Stop."

His movements came to a halt, "I need some time... alone, please..." He didn't turn around as he said those words, "I just... want to cool my head off." He waited for an answer, but it didn't come.

Without another word, the door clicked open and he slipped through.

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The hallways were covered with the light of the setting sun. Shades of red, orange and gold mixed into a colour he couldn't find a name for—a nameless colour.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

He repeated the words inside his head, trying to force back the earlier scene.

Everything was fine as long as he didn't think about it... right? That was how things worked, didn't they? Push everything back to the darkest parts and cover it all with a sheet so that it would remain hidden forever—that was how it went, right?

His shoes clicked against the tiled floor, causing the sound to echo throughout the hallway.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

With each click, it became harder and harder to keep his mind calm and silent.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

It seemed as if the sounds became louder and louder with each passing second.

Click.

He froze in place and his struggles died out.

Glinting, silver eyes flashed inside his mind and he clenched his own shut, but it was futile. Mockingly, they stared at him, thriving on the pain they inflicted.

Get away...

They didn't.

Get away...

Slowly, the man's appearance became more and more visible.