"You're useless!"
The figure shouted, delivering a strike at a purple rabbit with what seemed to be a belt. The rabbit yelped and whimpered as the figure striked him with a belt, making him back away into the corner, cowering and shaking with fear. The figure growled at the rabbit and approached him, raising the belt and hitting him with it again, earning another pained yelp from the bunny.
"You can't do anything right! You're a disgrace to this household!"
The purple rabbit backed up more against the corner wall, bracing himself for another hit from the figure. This wasn't the first time the rabbit had endured this. Ever since his parents had left and hired someone to watch over him while they were gone, things had been going downhill. Everytime he would mess up or do something wrong, he would always have the punishment of getting whipped by a belt or any other object that would always leave visible scars on the rabbit's body. Arm raising, the figure delivered a hard blow. But the strike this time was aimed at the bunny's right eye, the cold end point of the belt tearing through his skin near his right eye.
The purple leporid let out a screech of pain, placing his hand over his eye as he stared up at the figure in fear, his body shaking slightly. The figure huffed and shook their head. "Go back to your room. I'll fetch you when dinner is ready." They told him.
The rabbit nodded without questioning the figure and hurried off upstairs, retreating to his room. Feeling something wet against his palm, he slowly removed his hand from his eye he was covering, noticing blood on it. He walked over to the mirror, examining the fresh scar on his right eye as blood slowly trailed down. He reached over to a nearby drawer and pulled out an alcohol bottle and cotton. He poured a bit liquid onto the cotton before placing the bottle down and squeezing the cotton slightly to spread the liquid, dampening the cotton before applying it gently to the wound. He flinched and hissed as the pain stung but nevertheless, he continued as he didn't want the scar to be infected.
After disinfecting the wound, the leporid disposed the cotton to the trashbin and reached into the drawer again, pulling out an eyepatch which he had bought with his parents when he was still a child. He strapped the eyepatch around his wounded eye and sighed, looking at the mirror again before he walked to his bed and sat down near the edge, looking out the window.
He couldn't take this anymore. He didn't want to live in here anymore. He wanted his parents back. But he wasn't sure if they would return or not. He wasn't sure if they were dead. It had been years ever since they left. He had lived the rest of his life with his so-called caretaker who he would call as a tyrant due to the consequences he would receive from his mistakes. He didn't want to live this life anymore. He didn't want to endure anymore of this any longer. The pain and suffering. He was tired of it.
All he wanted to do now was to run away from this hell.
But where would he go? Would he have to resort living as a homeless rabbit?
Standing up, the purple rabbit knew this was for his survival. If he wanted to live, he needed to escape from here. The rabbit grabbed his backpack which was a purple and gray color with a lighter shade purple of polka dots. He unzipped it open and started placing in the things he needed which most of it were food he had stored in his room, a bottle of water and some of his clothes. He flung his bag over his back and opened the window.
He didn't want to escape through the front door which was near the living room where his caretaker was always staying. He knew what would happen if he was caught and he didn't want to face the consequences again. He didn't want to risk it.
He quickly leaped out of the window, landing onto the ground with a soft "oomph" sound as he landed on his backside, though it didn't hurt at least. He brushed the dirt off from his clothes, glancing at the window before darting off into the darkness as it was nighttime, not wanting to be caught by his caretaker.