“Huff huff....*trips on a rock* wahhh Ow! I- could my life get any worse...ah! A-a cabin!”

“Shayne...where are you? C’mon out I’m worried about you, Shayne? .... hahahahaha you little shit come out of here!” My Father said while running through the forest

“*muffleling*”

“I know you’re there!” My father shouts with a violent accent

“Hahaha found you!”

I covered my mouth while attempting to lock the door from the inside..preventing myself from shouting, tears slowly came down from my eyes.

“You little- open this door I know you’re there!” He shouted

“NO!”

....I heard a gunshot...”W-what was that?!”

...now how did I get here?...

Hi I’m Shayne Katsuki, 14 years old living in Osaka, Japan. I’m an only child and my parents are alcoholics...when they are drunk they start to act violent. I would always have bruises every time they get drunk, sometimes they would drown me, cut me or just beat me to a pulp. Of course I don’t go to school if...you know I go to school like that my parents would be super mad. Also, I have scars and bruises because...my parents are...

“Shayne make us breakfast NOW!!” My mother shouted, I don’t even know if I can call her a mother.

“Y-yes! Right away!” I quickly jumped from my bed.

“Thank you..” She says

...hmm why is she acting kind you say? Oh- because she’ll be beating me up later anyways so she says “what’s the point of beating your *** now if I could do it unlimitedly later on?” so she’ll kind of act like a mom..until she can’t beat me up. Oh right I was trying to continue the sentence a while ago they are

DRUNKENS.....I hope they’ll die and go ti hell soon!

And I’m back from making breakfast “Here you go mom, eggs and bacon.”

“Okay....go eat!”

“A-ah yes!”

...how will my life go on, my answer is...dead.

Okay to go back to the time I heard a gunshot

“A-a gunshot?!” I quickly run outside and see my fathers body, I wasn’t crying though...I was smiling...

“?”

“Hmm...why aren’t you crying?”

“Oh- he’s not worth crying for.”

“Wew- that is- okay..who is he?”

“My father.”

“...oh- I don’t feel sorry then..since you said he’s not worth crying for..”

“Mhmm hehehe...”

He slowly gazed at my wounds..

“What happened to you why are you covered in wounds?”

“No-noth-NOTHING!”

“Okay, sorry-“

“Huh?” He reaches up his hand to me and says:

“I’m Hans Fujiwara! Let’s be friends!” He offered

“S-sorry but no...”

“Hm? Suffering from abuse? I feel it too!”

I gasp and look at him..

“I- sorry...”

“Nah it’s okay!”

“So don’t be afraid! You’re not alone!”

“B-but How do you know I suffer from abuse? I-i didn’t tell you!” I stuttered

“I can tell just by looking at you.” He made a very warm smile, it made me feel warmer...I don’t know how...

How should I put this...he looks very gentle...he doesn’t look abused at all! How can he say that we he looks so healthy!?

“Are you wondering why I look so healthy?” He asked

“Ah-well.....yeah....” I put my fingertips together

“Here look.” He smiled, he pulled up his shirt and turned around. There I could see many scars...even more than mine, I felt utterly terrified. He turned back at me and pulled his shirt back on.

“Y-you have even more scars than I have....you must have gone through so much...I am so sorry..” I apologised

“Heh? What are You apologising for? It’s not your fault I have these scars....it’s practically my fault too. I did wrong things my parents didn’t want me to do, even after all the warnings they gave out, I still wouldn’t stop. Do you wanna know what that is?” He asked

“Well if it’s okay....” I tucked back my hair

“Drawing. Just me drawing people smile, just me drawing people happy....just me drawing people sad....just me drawing people angry....and just me wanting to be an artist....it’s such an unreasonable reason to be mad at right?” He scratched his head and picked up his case. He had a designer case! It say “Lou de Qui” isn’t that a very expensive brand? He must be born in a rich family....but they don’t treat him right. Bet they have high expectations for they’re son. Very harsh parenting there.

“How about you why are your parents like that?” He asked

“I—I had really really high grades....they were proud of me for a while, so I told them what I wanted to be when I grow up...”

[Flash back]

“Mom, dad. I have something to say.” I smiled

“Yes dear?” My mother soon replied

“I wanna be a Singer and an actor!!” I smiled

My mother looked at me with disgust....with anger....hatred. I didn’t know why she was like that when she soon..slapped me

“You! OUT OF ALL CAREERS YOU WANTED, YOU CHOSE TO SING AND ACT!?” She shouted at me without mercy

“M-mom?” I sobbed while touching the part of my face which she slapped.

“Because of acting and singing I got RAPED by this Lowly father of yours, and gave birth to a useless Child as I have thought now! I was proud because I thought you were gonna be somebody prodoctive! You peice of shit! You better change what you wanna be or I’ll drag your mother fucking *** out of this house!” She pointed out the door

“Bitch- How dare you call me “lowly”?! I gave you the lead role! Wasnt it good enough to conpestate me?!” He slapped mother

“You son of a bitch—“

*inaudible*

I came up to my room, I couldnt stand seeing them argue....it Terrified me....

“I wish I could just escape this cruel world...”

I sobbed

“That’s when it started....” tears started to drip

“Ah...I see....so its arts too huh?” He shook his head

“Oh shoot got to go...they’ll get sus of me bye!”

He waved goodbye

“Wait don’t leave me!!” I said grabbing his arm

“I wish I could stay....but would you want me to get hurt?” He slowly pulled my hand away.

“No....” I pulled my hand away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye!” He smiled goodbye

“Bye...!” I said

Sorry isnt such a cliffhanger? ;( Sorry its currently 2:07 a.m. So i wanna sleep now so bye

Hello!! I just wanted to say...if anyone is bothered by this novel, please do tell me....I will definitely take action regarding this matter. Also the reason why I made this kind of novel is because I want to spread awareness that there are still children and adults being abused or enslaved...although this is cruel, this is the world we are living in, this is reality. I didn’t make this novel for the sake of writing cuss words and other violent purposes....I also felt very bothered writing the first two episodes. If there are problems regarding this novel, dislikes, issues etc, please tell me and I will take immediate action. Thank you! Stay safe, stay healthy, stay strong and fit! Next episode is still in progress <3