New fanfiction. It will contain MANY triggers. It's modeled both off of Rolling Girl and the docudrama Suicide Room.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Suicide Room or Vocaloid.
' Such a freak. Just go back home and never come out again! ' The words stung the teen in the heart, eyes holding back again, this wasn't his first time hearing such things. However, that stinging felt… Forever lasting. And he didn't want that. No. He'd rather be completely shattered than deal with forever lasting pain. After changing in the bathroom for gym, the blond listened to the teacher, staying away from the males as best as possible. Even the females, however, didn't want him nearby.
' I need someone to demonstrate somersaulting. Or, in other worlds, rolling. ' The blond was the only one to raise his hand. Without word from his teacher, he assumed the position and rolled down the hill - not stopping until he was far away. Even though it was chilly out, he ran home in nothing but his gym uniform.
Packing a bag, he changed clothes, leaving a note for his parents.
' Mom, Dad -
Can't stay here anymore. Going to live with Cousin Rin and Lenka and Auntie and Uncle.
Love you.
Sorry. Tell Rinto I'm ok, please?
- Len '
Without another thought, Len swiftly fled, going to the destination of his choice - His aunt and uncle's.
Len had been staying with his aunt and uncle ever since junior high, but refused to go to school. No one knew, but him and his parents, where his aunt and uncle lived. Staying in the spare room, eventually his items had traveled from home to his newer home. Money was given between sisters (his mother and his aunt) in order for Len to stay with some monetary support.
He had never left the house, constantly holed up in the room with his laptop, ignoring social media sites and watching videos on websites. He never did much else but shower and eat.
Why was he tortured so back then? It still hurt… Still hurts.
Len finally stumbled out of the room to eat, instead of softly requesting to eat within his room. Despite the warmth of summer wavering inside of the kitchen, he work long sleeves. Rin, being as brash as usual, forced him to roll the sleeves up - though his thin, frail body couldn't really protest.
Red to dark purple marks littered his creamy skin, either from being slammed into the shower wall or sliced by shards of glass he'd saved when he'd shattered his mirror. Feeling trapped, like a scared rabbit, the look in Rin's eyes flickered between disgust and utter pity.
No.
Len couldn't take it.
Not again.
Running back to his room, he slammed and locked the door. After three hours of the family trying to get him to come out, they called the police. After attempting to negotiate, a crash was heard - the commanding officer busted down the door.
Inside was Len, shirtless, shaking, bleeding. He'd shattered the large mirror by throwing himself into it, cutting himself all over. After wrapping the teen in a sheet, the police were forced to bring him to a hospital. After calling his parents, they were told he was unsafe to go home - Len was to remain there until they deemed him safe enough to return home.
So if you can't tell, this is a very... Dark fanfiction. Please R&R and remember - I don't do this for just entertaining myself, I do this to entertain others.