This is a more serious story, compared to most of my others.
Self-mutilation warning.
I don't really know the whole story behind why Yuki hates his mom so much, but I guess this was just something I decided to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of the characters. There are references to the song 'Just Like You' by Three Days Grace, which I did not write.
Just Like You
MEAN.
ANGRY.
FAKE.
STUPID.
It hurt more to write it on the wall in ink then it had been to write it on my arms with a knife.
I stepped back from the wall to "admire" my work. I wiped my arm across the four words, covering them in blood.
YOU'RE WRONG.
The pen seemed to be writing on its own now.
YOU'RE WRONG.
YOU'RE IN MY WAY.
My dream had been haunting me for around two weeks now: the time in which my arms had served the punishment.
Her words rang over and over in my head. It was so long ago, but I could recall every single word that had been said. The words were stapled into my mind. The words were a broken record.
COLD.
RUTHLESS.
WEAK.
SENSELESS.
You're a tool.
You're a tool.
I'll bleed, but I won't cry, I decided.
And the three of them will find me here.
And then maybe they'll know.
YOU THOUGHT WRONG.
YOU ARE WRONG.
Sympathy can kill faster then a knife.
I know that now.
And some things will be left unforgiven.
And some promises will be broken.
But do I really have a choice?
I CAN'T TAKE YOU.
I WON'T TURN OUT HOW YOU WANT ME TO.
I'M ON MY OWN.
FOREVER.
My bedroom door opened but I continued writing on the wall, my other hand grabbing for the knife on the dresser next to me.
The blade was cold and blood-stained.
"Yuki!" That woman cried to me, walking into my room with Tohru. She tried to get near me, but I shoved the knife at her throat.
"You touch me, you will regret it," I snarled. She backed away slowly.
Tohru stared at me in fear. "Yuki… please! Why are you doing this!" Tohru cried. I ignored her, my blood dripping onto the floor.
"Yuki… please," the woman mumbled.
"You shut up!" I shouted. "How do you think it feels? How do you think it feels to grow up being abused and torn apart?"
"Just give me a chance!"
"You deserve nothing!" I yelled, bleeding more profusely now. "How will it feel now, do you think? How will it feel to watch your little boy, your little tool, die right in front of your eyes?"
"Yuki you can't!" Tohru yelled, trying to shove passed the woman and grab for me.
"You think I like this?" I spat at the woman, pointing to the blood soaking my shirt.
"I hate you…" the woman mumbled. "You're trying to blame me like it's my entire fault!"
"IT IS!" I screamed, slashing my arm twice with the knife, then throwing the bloody thing at her feet. "I HATE YOU!"
"BUT I'M YOUR MOTHER, YUKI!"
"YOU ARE NO MOTHER TO ME! I HAVE NO MOTHER!"
With that, I spit at her and jumped out of the open window behind me. Once I landed on the ground below, I ran as hard and fast as I could, not knowing where I was going. The only thing I knew was that she would read my final words on the wall.
YOU KNOW I COULD BE JUST LIKE YOU.
BUT I WON'T.
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU
"MOTHER".
Opinions please? I know it was really short and not really my best, but I tried and I'd like to hear what you have to say. Thank you for reading.
+The Girly Man+