Hello everyone! I took down "I'm Walking Down The Boulevard" because it had song lyrics. But I am revising it, never fear!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade; it belongs to Aoki Takao. I own my plotline.
Chapter One
Kai's POV
I sat on my bed, staring out my window. Raindrops were heavily bombarding the glass. I glanced down from the blurry streaks the rain was making on my window to my left arm. Slowly I pulled up my shirt sleeve and looked wistfully at the gauze wrapped around it in the middle of the space between my wrist and elbow. That was where I had cut myself earlier that day.
flashback to earlier that day
I've always felt alone. I've never had any friends, and I can't remember my real parents, who died in a car wreck when I was two. I loved my adopted parents, but for years now, I've felt like there's a hole in my love for my parents, like I love them but they will never be my real parents. That day, I had been feeling my loneliness even more, probably because it was my fifteenth birthday. I had known about cutting, and I always wondered if it really made your pain go away, like I had heard it did. I had been considering trying it, and I decided that was the day I would try.
I went into the upstairs bathroom and locked the door. I picked up my adoptive father's razor, and held it above my left arm. I hesitated, but finally I just shut my eyes and slowly brought the razor down until I felt the cold metal against my skin. I pushed hard until I felt a sting that proceeded to sweep over my body. I gritted my teeth as I slowly dragged the blade over my skin. I opened my eyes and stared at the blood oozing out of the cut. I slowly pulled the razor away from my arm. The blood trickled from the slice and dripped onto the floor. I let out my breath heavily, and stared at my arm. Finally, I turned my gaze to the floor. The white tiles were stained with red. I gently set the razor down on the counter next to the sink. I turned the hot water on and put my bleeding arm under the faucet. I winced as I wiped soap all over the cut and the area surrounding. When I had rinsed away the soap and a lot of blood, I wrapped a towel around my lower arm, and pressured it to make it stop bleeding. I sat on the toilet and watched the light blue towel gain a swelling splotch of red. After a long while, someone knocked on the door.
"Kai? You okay in there? You've been in there for forty minutes." That was my adoptive father.
"I'm fine. I…was just looking at a magazine, that's all," I replied.
"Well, come out soon." I heard him walking away after that.
After a few more moments of staring down at the towel, I slowly stood up and gently unwrapped the towel. My cut wasn't bleeding as much as before. I took gauze from the cabinet and wrapped it around my cut. I scrubbed the floor and razor off as best as I could. The razor looked as if I hadn't used it, but the floor was left with a light red hue where my blood had been. I slowly unlocked the door, and went into my room, where I changed my shirt to a long-sleeved one and tossed the towel under my bed. I got some bleach from downstairs and cleaned the stains in the bathroom with it.
end of flashback
I guess cutting works for other people, but it sure didn't help me. It's supposed to make you forget your pain, focus on the one you gave to yourself. It just gave me a physical pain to deal with on top of all the emotional pain and gave me something to hide from my adoptive parents. I sighed, wishing I had some friends that could help me through this, but, as I already mentioned, I don't have any. Thinking that just brought me back to the reason I cut myself in the first place: loneliness.
I sighed as I pulled my sleeve back down. I lay down and pulled the covers over me. I tried to forget about the cut on my arm and my isolated feelings, but I failed. I made an attempt to fall asleep, but I failed at that task as well. I decided I would just stay up and find a distraction. I sat up and looked around my room.
Nothing came to mind that could distract me, and I sat there for a long while, listening to the rain. When you're alone, in the dark, with nothing to do, you cannot help the thoughts that flood your mind. This was my case, as feelings overwhelmed me.
I rested my head in my hands, trying to think of some escape. The idea of suicide crossed my mind. But I couldn't do that, I had my adoptive parents to consider. So I thought of another idea.
I slid off of my bed, and changed from my night clothes into a red and black outfit. I crammed some clothes and allowance money in a black duffel bag, and slung it over my shoulder. Quietly, I crept out of my room and down the stairs. Once in the kitchen, I grabbed a pen and paper, and I scribbled down:
I'm leaving this place. There's nothing here for me but pain. Don't miss me, just adopt some other kid. But don't forget me. I love you both. Kai
I left the note on the table and snuck outside. Rain hammered onto me, and I pulled up the hood of my hoody, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Wondering where I should go, I walked down to the city and I found a gas station with maps in it. I looked at a map of my home country, Russia. I figured out how to get to the next city, and I went on my way.
I realized I was tired after I left the gas station store. 'Where can I sleep at?' I glance around at all the buildings, trying to find a place to sleep. I stopped in front of a homeless shelter.
I walked up to the door where guards were standing. "What do you want, son?" one of the two guards asked me.
"I was looking for a place to crash at tonight."
The same guard said, "Okay, step inside. Vladimir and I will check ya out, make sure you're not some trouble-making hooligan." He unlocked and opened one of the doors and the other guard, Vladimir, stepped in. I nodded at the guard as I walked past him.
Vladimir told me to take off my hoody, and I did so. The other guard searched through my bag, and I felt kind of uncomfortable as he picked up and inspected all of my stuff. Vladimir was checking over my body.
When they were done, they handed me my stuff, and Vladimir led me down a hallway as the other guard shut the door.
The inside of this homeless shelter was pretty nice. The floors were made of some kind of wood and the walls were painted various shades and colors. The hallway we were walking down was painted a dark red. There were many brown wooden doors down the hallway, with labels on them, like "Kitchen" or "Office". Vladimir and I stopped outside of one marked "Sleeping Quarters".
"Okay, buddy, here we are," Vladimir said to me. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside. He held the door open and nodded for me to go in. I stepped inside the room. There was a small lamp sitting on a table on one end of the room as well as on the opposite end. They were both turned on. There was a window opposite the door, with the blinds shut. The floor was also wooden, but in this room the walls were a light blue. There were five beds with white sheets and blue comforters. Three of the beds were occupied.
"See ya later," Vladimir said, and he shut the door behind him as he left. I looked at the door for a moment before turning toward the beds. There were three beds on one wall and two on the one opposite it. The two on the one wall were taken, as well as the one on the other wall nearest the door. I chose the one the closest to the window. I walked quietly over to it and set my bag down on it. I stood silently for a moment as I listened to the rain pouring outside, and I thought about my adoptive parents. I turned back to the door, and walked out into the main hall quietly when I felt an abrupt urge. I shut the door almost silently behind me, and I glanced up and down the hall. I walked to my right, which was the opposite direction of the door I had come in through. I glanced at all the labels on the doors, and finally found what I was looking for: a restroom.
This chapter got shorter since I took out the lyrics. I'm sad…
Oh well. Please cheer me up with reviews! Or flame me…and make me sadder…
have a nice day
CyborgRockStar