Running from fear

“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...

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