Whoa, no idea where this came from it's 12:30 pm, and I just had to write it! Geez, my brain is crazzy! If there's a lot of spelling mistakes, I'm very sorry!
Yamato
When I wake up, my entire body is shaking. I am greeted, of course, not by my father, but by some girl, dripping blood all over my floor. Her eyes are gone, at least, one is, the other is hanging out of it's socket, on her cheek. She is screaming something, although I can't hear what she is saying. She causes the tremors to get worse, and I scramble out of bed, and make a dive for my door. She reaches for me, and I forced myself out of her reach, and smash into the corner of my dresser. The skin breaks, and I cry out at the sudden pain, which causes my father to come flying into the room, and nearly smash me in the face with my bedroom door.
"What are you doing!? Are you okay?" My father's tone changes as he notices the blood dripping down my stomach. I place a hand over the cut which is just above my left hip.
"Get out!" I snap shoving him backwards and slamming the door in his face before he can notice the rest of healing marks on my exposed flesh. I hear him sigh, and walk away, and I do feel bad, but...Without looking at where No-Eyes is, I dig through my drawers and pull on a clean t-shirt and find clean pants before racing away into the bathroom. The entire time, my entire body convulsed. In the bathroom I open the cabinet, and look at the bottles, all with my name on them. They disgust me, but I know..I take the ones I know I need, and leave the rest. I'll regret it later, I'm sure. I pull the one little bottle of pills I know I'll need out, and then change, and brush my teeth. I leave the gross, sweaty pants I had slept in on the floor. I'm sure I'll hear about that one, too. My father is at the table waiting for me, a plate of food in front of him, and a plate where he obviously expects me to sit. I sit down, and kind of push my food around, hoping he's not actually looking. I keep my eyes down, because No-Eyes has followed me out here.
"You need to eat, Yamato.."
"I will. When I'm hungry." I say, already annoyed with life.
"What happened this morning?"
"I tripped." I mutter, and vaguely hear a distant screech. They always seem to make themselves heard when they don't like what I'm doing. Whether it be lying, or trying to tell someone about them, or even just trying to sleep.
"In order for you to trip, you had to be running pretty fast.."
"I couldn't breathe, okay! Just fucking leave me alone." I spit, pushing my plate away from me and jumping up. The plate goes far enough that it slides off the other end of the table and shatters on the floor, but I'm already gone, the front door slamming behind me. My father won't bother coming after me, so I don't even try running. Boy, am I surprised when he grabs me, and spins me around, and forces me back to the house. I fight the whole way and try and force him to let me go.
"Let me go!" I scream, memories of that place flooding back. I try and pull away one last time at the same time my father lets me go, and I go flying back into our apartment and land on the ground pretty hard.
"Are you okay, Yamato? I'm sorry!" My father is trying to help me up, and I yank away from him. I sit on the floor, shaking.
"I'm sorry, Yamato, but you can't do this to me again. Not now. You were doing so much better.." I know my father didn't mean to hurt me, and I know it's mostly my fault, but I'd never let him know that.
"Go away." I put my head on my knees to hide the world, although it's not my father I'm hiding from, but from Them. I should've known today would be tough. Today, I go to school for the first time in eight years. Most of it being done at that place, or at home under my father's watchful eye.
"You have to get up, you have school."
"I'm not going, leave me alone!" I yell at him. I don't move from where I am, and he doesn't try after that. I hear him walk away, and not long after, I hear him on the phone.
"No, I'm son's not feeling very well. I know today's my first day, but there's nothing I can do about it. I really am sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow, I swear." I still don't move, or apologize. Or even want to apologize for that matter. After a few seconds, my father has a different tone, and is talking to someone else.
"Hello, my son Yamato Ishida was supposed to start today, but he's not feeling well, he won't be making it in today." There's a long pause.
"Yes, thank you. I'm very sorry." I sit still, and don't move. After what is probably hours later, my father approaches me, with his shoes on.
"Yamato, I need to go shopping, do you want anything?" I don't answer. I can feel Them staring at me, watching, waiting for me to give them their chance. So I ignore him.
"Do you want to come?" Again, I say nothing. I hear my father leave, and I still stay exactly the way I am. And then, I can feel them, grabbing at me, and touching me, I leap up and hurdle myself into the bathroom and slam the door. Automatically, I am looking for the pills that are supposed to take this away, and make me better. I take the necessary pills, and slowly open the bathroom door. They have retreated, if only slightly. I feel safe enough to move to my room, and grab my blanket, which I wrap around me like a cape, with a hood. I then go to my 'spot' and sit in my chair, and stare at a corner of the ceiling, where, of course, there is another one waiting for me. She opens her mouth in a hiss, and I snap my eyes shut. Oh dear God, what is wrong with me? When will this stop?