-Kid's POV-
I cringe on my perfectly symmetrical bed as I hear the door slam a flight below me. 'Shit, he's home...' I move to get up and silently open my door to see if my fear is correct. Before I can even get off my bed, I hear a booming voice. "KID GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" I slip on a t-shirt before hesitantly walking down the stairs. I stare up into the eyes of my father, Lord Death. As soon as I do, I realize the huge mistake that I just made. Before I could look away, I feel a harsh blow on the side of my face. "HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE FILTHY EYES OF YOURS?!" I smell alcohol on his breath. Not good. Father's bad enough when he's sober, let alone drunk. His statement was
followed by a punch into Kid's stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Death then held the side of Kid's head, kneeing him in the face.
-Narrators POV-
Death let go of his grip on his son's face, watching Kid fall to the floor. He proceeded to then kick his son a few times, blood flying everywhere. Kid knew better than to protest his fathers abuse. Looking at his work, Death decided on one more kick, then walked crawled to the
kitchen,unable to stand. The clock read 12:34. 'I should probably get to bed.' He tried to stand to walk up the steps. Upon falling a few times, he decided to just sleep on the floor. He quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.
When Kid woke up, His eyes fell on the clock. "SHIT I'LL BE LATE!" He then put a hand over his mouth in fear of waking his father. When he didn't hear any signs of have waking him, he turned to face the steps. Kid sighed deeply. "how the hell am I supposed to get up these stairs?" he asked to no one in particular. After about ten minutes of struggling, he found himself at the top of the steps. He quickly rushed over to his room, pulled on his school clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
Kid did his best to look symmetrical, taking a moment to glare at his hair. He then sighed, knowing he could do nothing about it. His attention soon turned to this fist-shaped bruise on his face. As he sighed, Kid pulled out a drawer exposing many different kinds of nude colored makeup. He cringed slightly as his hand brushed over the wound. The coolness of the makeup caused him to release the
tension in his body. In a few minutes you could just barely see the mark. This would have to do. If his friends asked, he could just say he fell, which isn't exactly a lie. He slipped his bag over his shoulder and proceeded out the door. Walking to school, he was met by a gang of larger teens. 'Shit. this isn't what I need right now.'
Keeping his head low as he walked past, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Where do you think you're going you FAG?" He put emphasis in the word fag. One of the larger of the gang picked up that small symmetrical boy, and threw him over his shoulder. Kid was already shaking from fear. They group of teens dragged the scrawny boy towards a small alley way. The boys shoved him up against the wall of the alley, knocking the wind out of him in the process. "Why are you even alive," he sneered "It's not like anyone likes you." It was true, no one seemed to like him. His father hated his son, telling him that he was a pathetic excuse for Death lord's son. When Kid's mom found out she was pregnant with him, she tried to commit suicide. They were able to save Kid, by putting him on life support for weeks, but his mom was unable to survive.
His "friends" always said that they cared, and they did, just not much. If he died, they might shed a single tear, but get over it fairly quickly.
Liz and Patti were the only ones who really cared... If they weren't out getting drunk and partying. Kid was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by a hard blow to his stomach. Kid coughed as blood came up his throat, accidentally spewing blood all over his attackers. "That was a mistake you little fucker." Kid paid for his mistake with several slaps across his face, a few socks in his stomach, and once he fell, the kicked him until he was barely conscious. "serves you right you fucking gay whore." Kid saw the teens walking away, laughing at what they did to him. A few minutes later, Kid was bleeding profusely. He could just make out a figure standing a few feet away from him. The last thing he remembered was a pair of worried crimson eyes staring down at him. He felt his body being pulled into a warm chest. He clung to the feeling of warmth and fell into an unconscious state.