He was born without a gender and his mother died because of him.
For that, his parents persecuted him.
They locked him away in that windowless room.
Shrouding him in darkness.
He wasn't allowed to go outside.
And his brother wasn't allowed to visit him.
If he did, he was punished.
This was the life he lived for years.
One day, his family brought him out.
He was happy at first, and then he saw the knife.
His father grabbed the knife and slashed at him.
"You should have never been born." He said, as he laid on the ground bleeding.
His family took turns cutting him and then it was his brother's turn.
They passed the knife to him and he stared at it horrified.
He looked at him lying on the ground dying, and then at the knife.
Then he dropped the knife and bolted out the door.
The rest of his family followed him out.
They never even gave him a second glance.
He lay bleeding on the floor, gasping for breath.
He crawled slowly to the door and used it for support.
He stood up and left the house.
Never once did he look back.
He made his way shakily to the road.
Losing blood with every step he took.
And then he finally collapsed, his blood staining the white snow.
He surrendered himself to the darkness, because what other choice did he have?
He no longer had a place in this world.
When he opened his eyes he was surrounded by white.
Was this heaven?
He thought it was until he found out it was a hospital.
He doesn't stay in his bed.
He sits in the corner, taking up as little space as possible.
He heard footsteps and saw a man standing in the doorway
He said his name was Tojiro Hattori and that he wanted to help him
Hattori asked what his wish was. He said he'd help make it come true.
He thought of his family and the mother who had died because of him.
"I want to disappear."