Hey guys. I was feeling really upset today, so I wrote this. Writing helps me cope with a lot of things, and whenever I'm depressed, I'll think up a dark story. So, here it is. WARNING (again): THIS FIC CONTAINS ABUSE AND MANIPULATION. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT SORT OF THING, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Now, on with the show.
Gumi was crying. She didn't know why or how, but she was crying and heaving and sobbing on the floor, her breathing strained and her eyes clouded with her own tears. Her body shook and shuddered with each loud, anguished noise she made. Gakupo looked down at her in disapproval.
"Look at you," he hissed, glaring at her with hate in his eyes. "Crying. Crying? How old are you? Didn't your parents ever shout at you when you were a child? Pathetic. How did you survive?" He shook his head. "Disgusting."
Gumi looked up at him, choking on her words as she said, "W-well, I-"
Gakupo held up a hand to silence her. "I wasn't finished."
Gumi's eyes swelled up with tears again, and she collapsed into more sobs. This time, though, she tried to stifle them by forcing her eyes and mouth shut. It didn't work.
"As I was saying," Gakupo resumed, leisurely running his hand through his long purple hair, "look at you. Crying. Crying, crying, crying."
Gumi was now covering her face. Her weeping was getting quieter now as she let Gakupo continue to verbally assault her.
"You're way too sensitive, you know that?" he scoffed. "Way too sensitive. You don't have to cry, you know. It's unbecoming. You really need to grow up."
Gumi struggled to breathe as she slowly looked up at Gakupo. "I'm sorry," she heaved. "I'm sorry!"
But the man simply shook his head again and continued watching her silently as she apologized profusely on the ground.
"Horrible. Look at you, crying. Crying."
Crying.