Hey guys I finally started to write again, thank god. I decided to take a break from my usual stories and start yet another project. But somehow I got more critical of my writing so I need your guys' help. Please read this and tell me if I should continue, and I welcome recommendations.
P.S- I'm making this hurt/comfort and romance for way later chapters if I get there. But I'll change the rating if you think I should.
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"Haha Judai you're so stupid!"
"Judai just die, you'll be better off in the ground!"
"No wonder no one loves you Judai! You're such a freak!"
I sat in the corner of my closet with my palms against my ears and my body making a rocking motion. The door was closed and it was dark, but the voices rang through the emptiness and came right back to me. I cried for the fourth time that week, and it was only Wednesday. All I could hear were their taunts and laughs, and their words. My head was splitting with one of the worst headaches I've had in a long time, and yet no one was there to comfort my shaking need for heat.
No one knows, but I live alone. I do the cooking, when there's any food to cook, and I do the cleaning. I have two jobs, one as a waiter, and one as a maid. My doctor says I need to quit one of them because I'm pushing my body over the edge, but what do they know, they're just people dressed in white pretending to be God's helpers. I watched as they took my mother and father away from me and killed them during a surgery. I've hated hospitals ever since. My aunt hates me but she supports me sometimes, giving me extra money, or sending a care package. However, I'm thankful for the help and I make sure to repay her anyway possible. But all she does is say that I look like her beloved sister and that she doesn't want to lose her twice. All I want is for someone to love me, that's all I want.
At school, the jocks pick on me. But I'm use to the pushing and the bruises I get; I don't feel the pain anymore. I have good grades, can sing, draw, and play the piano, but I don't think that matters to them. All everyone does is focus on the negatives about a person, they never see the positives. The teachers know my situation and pity me, but they never do anything to help when I'm thrown to the floor, or when I'm bleeding and need help. No one cares about a person like me.
It was still early in the morning when I woke up; the sun hadn't come up yet. I cried myself to sleep again. I took a shower and got dressed before going downstairs and making scrambled eggs and pancakes. When I sat down at the table I hummed the famous tune before singing softly, "Happy Birthday to me."
No one ever knew my birthday either, except authorities like doctors. I always made pancakes and scrambled eggs, no cake and candles, I couldn't afford that. I ate in silence for a minute or two when there was a loud bang on the door, almost making me choke on a piece of pancake. I cleaned myself with a napkin before standing and going to the door of my small house. I looked through the window and saw one of my classmates holding a jar of cookie dough, probably selling it. I sighed and opened the door, no smile, just watched as their faces twisted in disgust and ran away from my home. I sighed again before closing the door and continuing with my breakfast. After I finished I grabbed my backpack and headed out for school, the most dreaded thing I have to do.
The walk there was normal, talked to the neighborhood homeless man and rescued a cat from Mrs. Valentine's oak tree, all was perfectly fine. That is, until I ran into Monjoume while trying to chase down Mr. Moto's German Sheppard, Kuriboh. He saw me talking to the scared dog with my ass sticking out of a bush, I finally got Kuriboh to come out but he started growling while hiding behind me. I shook my head and giggled at the dog, when my face was met with Monjoume's collarbone. I jumped a few inches back to get space but I saw that Monjoume's posse was here as well, all of them had their knives and guns too. I giggled nervously and stepped back, Kuriboh followed me. I looked to the dog and clicked my tongue, he understood and started to run back to Mr. Moto's house, while I stayed and started a conversation with the bully.
"H-hey there, you scared me Monjoume. Well nice timing I guess, since there's still half an hour before school starts."
He growled, "Yeah, guess I have the best timing in the world."
I gulped as he cracked his knuckles and cackled, his posse following. My hand started to shake as I quickly shoved it into my jacket pocket. The spring breeze was making me shiver, which Monjoume probably mistook as fear.
"Oh is the freak scared? I thought you would put up a fight this time." He smirked as I shivered again.
"I haven't put up a fight since the second grade Monjoume, you really expect me to now?" I watched the ground, hoping for Kuriboh to come back with Mr. Moto's husband.
Monjoume snorted, "Oh yeah, it's been that long? I still remember the first time I pummeled you to the ground."
I laughed at that, "Yeah, good times, I had three broken ribs and a split lip. My dad was pretty pissed at you."
I heard Monjoume go silent for a while, "I came here to pummel your face not talk about dead people."
My heart ached at those words, "You usually don't talk this long. All I hear nowadays are your grunting sounds as you hit me; it's nice to know you can speak like a human being."
That's when Monjoume growled and charged at me with his brass knuckles and metal pipe. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. I cautiously opened my tired eyes and saw what I believed was an angel, my guardian angel.
"You really shouldn't hit people right before school; you could get blood on your clothes." His voice was like music, I felt myself drawn into it.
Monjoume grunted, "Oh yeah? Who the fuck are you, Newby?"
I closed my eyes again as my body continued to shake. I heard the boy's comeback and held back a chuckle, that's when I heard Mr. Moto's husband come and yell at Monjoume. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
"Hey Judai, did I get here in time?" Old Man Seto asked; I still didn't open my eyes.
"Is he okay?" I heard someone say, it was the musical voice from before; maybe my guardian angel really exists.
"Yeah I think he's good, thanks for defending him back there. Judai open your eyes, I'm getting too old to come to your rescue every time this happens you know." My lips twitched into a sad smile at his words.
"I know, thank you though. I should probably defend myself next time." I heard the old man laugh.
"You've been saying that for years Judai, grow a backbone or just be witty with your comebacks." I giggled; this is the same conversation we've had for many years.
"Hey, open your eyes and see your savior kid, he looks like the only nice kid in this neighborhood." My smile died along with my laugh; I was too scared to open them.
I heard whispering in the darkness and then arms wrapped around my shoulders; strong, warm arms. I tensed up at first but soon found myself relaxing, his body was so warm. I opened my eyes reluctantly and found myself face to chest; I gulped as I looked up.
Sorry if it's bad. I haven't written a story in what? 5 months? I plan on writing more now that I'm out of school though and I got a whole lot of ideas. Please let me know what I can do to make it better, ok?