Toki stood with his back facing his bathroom mirror, his cold fingertips tracing the thin scars that now covered his pale skin.
His back tingled, the sting from the whip still very fresh in his body's memory. Blood trickled down from the hideous marks, sending a chill down his arched spine.
It was then that he began to understand his own loneliness. 'Who coulds ever loves that?' he thought to himself as his fingers continued to trace his back.
He hated the lashes; He hated them! And he hated the one baring them. Much like everyone else in his life seemed to.
'What has I ever dones wrong...' Toki began pondering. What did he possibly do that was so horrible to deserve such embarrassment?
Had he not cleaned up good enough? Was he failing a class? His eyes shot a hateful glare at the mirror before fixating on his aching arms.
His wrists bore deep marks from the shackles he'd been held in for almost three days. Why him? He could feel his hands shaking.
This wasn't the life he wanted, or the one he deserved. Slowly, he turned around so that he was facing the mirror, placing his hand on the cold glass, fingers just barely covering the reflection of his tear-stained face.
The brunette's eyes closed when he finally opened his mouth.
I hates you...
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Ja, just a short oneshot about Toki's childhood, which is very sad. D:
I may do Skwisgaar's later on, but I'm not sure.
Maybe I'll do one for all of them. :3
So, yeah, opinions are appreciated. Letting me know if I should do more is also appreciated.
Also, I know that I've been stalling on my SasoDei one, but I have terrible writer's block with it atm.
Bare with?
Anyway, enjoy!
-I don't own Toki, or Metalocalypse-
