Kane's P.O.V.
I stood in front of my mirror, staring at the hideous creature that stared back at me. I didn't know whether to cry or get angry. There was nothing I could do about my appearance but everyone's comments and stares makes me wish there was. I lowered my head, the haunting whispers floating around in my brain. Ugly, freak, disgusting, monster. That word. Monster. Seems like everyone and their mothers choose that word over any other discriminating term. I mean, sure, I have a bit of an anger problem. But then again, who doesn't? I can't really be a monster. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to my locker room was opened. I didn't even bother to look to see who it was. Only one person on the entire roster was brave enough to simply just walk in here without knocking. Forget that last statement. He was the only person brave enough to even come near my locker room. I stared at the cement floor, waiting for him to break the uncomfortable silence that had us standing there like idiots. Instead of opening his mouth, he stepped forward. He placed his hand on my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. My mismatched eyes lifted up to his emerald green ones, neither one of us blinking. It would ruin the moment. His hand then rose from my shoulder to my cheek, tracing what was left of the faded burn scars, his fingertips grazing ever so lightly. I could feel his hot breath on my face as the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I didn't know whether to welcome his touch or be afraid.
"You can barely see them, you know." He commented, his voice just low enough for me to hear. I averted my gaze, dropping my head.
"I'm still hideous...and you know it." I grumbled, already knowing the look he was giving me.
"Kane, you are not hideous." My head snapped up, tears swimming in my two-toned baby blue pools.
"Then why do I keep hearing people call me a monster, huh? Why do they keep saying those things if I'm not hideous? Tell me why!" There was a moment of silence before he placed his hand on the top of my head and kissed my forehead.
"Stupid little brother. You'll just never look past the scars will you?" I blinked, the tears falling down my cheeks.
"You care too much about what other people that it blinds you from seeing what makes you truly beautiful." I was in shock. Did he just call me what I think he called me?" He wiped the tears that strolled down my face before he began to walk out.
"H—Hey." He stopped, turning his head over his shoulder. I smiled briefly.
"You really think I'm beautiful?" He simply just gave me a smirk and a tilt of his hat before disappearing. I smiled and looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I was beautiful after all. Once again big brother, you have the power to make me feel less like a monster and more like a human.