This is my first fic, please review and state opinions. Right now I am just experimenting so please bare with me. I guess I was feeling really depressed then ;A; I am thinking of making several chapters of these but we'll see.
Fading memoirs, Diluting gift
Today, I feel loneliness grasp me once again. A cold developing darkness, that can both be comforting and noxious to the body. It is slowly eating at me, killing me like some type of venom.
A gift. However, it is necessary. Staying away from me is the best thing for everyone. I am meant to harm and destroy everything and everyone I touch: a menacing, calculating monster.
Even though I am currently a well respected teacher at the DWMA nothing has changed, has it?
I take a long drag off my cigarette and stare at the untouched, sedated specimen in front of myself. How long have I thoughtlessly stood here? I am not sure. I exhale and my left hand reaches to the bolt that protrudes from my head and twisted.
My head feels increasingly fuzzy despite of this. As I keep twisting it, unwanted memories float into surface as if fueled by solitude. Damn.
They are suffocating me. The buzz inside my head won't settle, its deafening. A giggle leaves my mouth but as soon as it escapes, I suppress the need to explode in hysterical laughter.
I desperately try to reach the living area inside my lab, yearning to find someone. With the hope that whoever it was, could possibly reach my soul. Did I just contradicted myself? With heavy pants, I enter my living room and soon collapse on my partner's purple couch. Everything around me soon blurs and fades...
"Franken... Franken! Damnit get in here!" I jumped from my desk hurrying to reach my house's front door, to the source of the booming ominously, a tall platinum blonde man stands at the entrance. My father.
Slightly shivering, I slowly walk towards the man. Halfway there, he impatiently reached for me and brutally grabbed me by my left wrist in a vice like grip. A split-second later, I was being held off the ground by the forearms. I cowardly whimpered as I slowly gaze into the face of that man.
His sage green eyes were cold and emotionless, betraying the intensity of the situation.
"When I return home, expect you to accordingly welcome me.. Now why the fucking hell where you not here?!" He violently shook me as his voice crescendoed.
Fear developing my whole being. I turn my gaze and see my mother silently standing a few feet from the door, in position. Her right eye bruised and half open, lower lip healing from a previous "fall" and silver hair slightly messy. Her blue eyes were to the rug she was currently standing on. Lower lip quivering, not another move made.
"I-I was doing my ho-homework." I quickly regretted my foolishness. I knew he would be coming today then why did I not come and waited for him like a good boy?
"Homework? Is that all you have to say for yourself? Homework", he sneered. He dropped me into the ground. I cringed from the pain in my bottom.
As I stood, he swiftly slapped me across the face. The blow busting my lip open, blood dripping down my chin and staining my pure, white shirt.
It didn't take long before he grabbed me by my hair; tugging me harshly and pulling me to face him. "You damn bastard. Is this your way of showing your respect to the one providing you with everything?-"
I avoid his eyes. "Don't dare look away, you little shit." He takes a deep breath. "Now.. I will 'reconsider' being a specialday", he utters with disgust. "..At the first chance I get, I'll get rid of you."
The man turned on his heel and left the house with a loud slam of a door. I gingerly touched my lips, staining my little fingers with my blood. I looked up only to see my mother's sorrowful face.
"Why... the only time we got to see h-him. Do you know how much I yearn for his return? Stupid child.." She slowly left my side.
A stupid, bastard child, that is who I am. I was selfish. A foolish child doing things he isn't supposed to do. It was only natural to be reprimanded wasn't it?
Seeing my mother in that manner hurt more than that man's hit. I feverishly thought this as I steadied myself, rubbing my bruised wrist and taking my leave towards a staircase.
The walk on the stairs felt more strenuous than normal. My feet and heart felt heavy with each step. For the first time, I felt my forearms ache. Probably already bruised just as like my wrist.
Finally I reached the top and turned right to a hall with three doors, a closet or storage room, bathroom ,and my own room.
I quickly open my room's door and headed to a large wooden box used as a desk. In front of it stood a bendable bright blue chair. I moved my chair and took a seat attempting to adjust myself closer my "desk".
On the desk several papers and a very distinctive book were laid. The book read Wonders of the Human Body. I had found it by mistake at my school's library. Stupid book. If only I hadn't found it then everything would have been fine.
Mom wouldn't be crying and my lower lip wouldn't be bleeding. I picked it up. My right arm was already in position to grudgingly throw it across the room but stopped halfway.
My arm is shaking.
I am only good at spoiling everything am I not? The book slips from my hand and falls back on to the large box. I crossed my arms on the box and place my head, burrowing my face between them.
I start hiccuping and slowly they transform into sobs. Happy seventh birthday.
This is based on my own head canon about Stein's childhood and love dilemma. I know that in the episode/chapter where he fought Medusa he said he didn't suffer any trauma but I was like " I don't believe you Franken.." '^' Critiques are welcome. I need some constructive critism but have some pity on me so don't be too harsh ;w;
