Please don't kill me if this isn't very good.
This idea came as I wrote it, my original idea for this chapter will become chapter 3, or something.
Well, I'm back again, anyone miss me?
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Out Of Reach, Part Two: Story Of A Heart: Chapter 1- Torn
Takato felt like thousands of needles had penetrated his body, he dejectedly dragged himself away from Henry's front door. Not looking back. Not Once. Icy tears continued to fall; the brunette had to just get away from the sorrow. Takato's walk transformed into a desperate sprint, he ran as quickly as he could, feeling his feet burn onto the wet concrete beneath him. Streetlights, houses, cars and trees were all a blur to the running boy, his tears distorted his vision and he was only just maintaining his balance on the muddy pavement.
Takato wasn't fully aware of where he was, or why he was running away from the boy he loved. He only knew that he had to run. He had to run to find something, anything. Powerless legs slip on the devilish curb, Takato tries to cry out, but not a whimper departs his lips. The boy's feeble knees destructively crash into the concrete; the material of his trousers ripped apart by the impact, exposing his bare skin to the rest of the damage.
Dirt riddled within the hard surface scratched away at the skin, leaving bleeding wounds crying for attention. A sharp pain struck Takato's ankle and he screamed uncontrollably. The pain was unbearable. Lifting his also bleeding hands close to his face, the brunette noticed just how badly he had hurt himself, causing him to shake violently. Takato lay flat on his back, shakily taking his phone out of his pocket. The brunette dialled his mother's phone number, his vision still blurred.
"Hello" A familiar voice spoke, etched with sleep and confusion. "Hi Mum, it's me" Takato choked out, he felt ashamed that he had called his mother. "Takato, where are you" His mother spoke urgently, frantically awaiting her son's answer. "I'm near the park. I...I've hurt myself" Takato said, breaking out into never ending sobs. "I'm coming to get you, don't worry, hunny" The brunette hung up, crying into his hands, mixing the blood and tears together. "Why am I so stupid" Takato screamed into the night, hitting the floor with all the strength he could muster. Though it wasn't a hard punch, the brunette still felt more pain engulf his body.
Slow minutes past before a loud engine broke through the silence of the night. The engine stopped and quick footsteps could be heard approaching the wounded boy. "Oh, God" A woman's voice spoke quietly, full of distress and alarm. There, Takato lay, not moving. Crying erupted as the mother rushed to her son's side, falling to her knees over the unmoving figure. "Takato, please say something" She spoke worriedly, when no response was heard, she repeated her question, screaming to her son. "Takato"
Takato whimpered slightly and partially opened his crimson gems. "Oh, thank god" The woman spoke, still crying. She hugged her son's body close, not wanting to ever let go. "Mum...I'm sorry I woke you up" Takato weakly spoke. Wrapping his arms around the woman, he started sobbing once more. "Oh, Takato" The mother, still in the hug, carefully lifted the brunette up and walked toward the car. Once the pair were in the car, the woman noticed how Takato was hurt; she placed in him the passenger seat and put his seat belt on for him.
"I hate seeing you hurt, Takato. And it just kills me to think that I can't make it all better for you right away. Even if it does heal, it'll probably scar-"The woman guiltily started, but Takato quickly interrupted. "I love you Mum. And without you, I don't think I'd heal at all, so, thank you for being here for me" The brunette admitted honestly, hugging his mother closely. "I love you too, Takato" Once the engine was started, it wasn't long before the house was in view. The journey was passed in a quite comfortable silence, though Takato was trying not to look sad in front of his mother.
Once the small family were indoors, Takato realised that he wasn't very badly injured at all; he only had a few grazes on his hands and knees, though his ankle was still hurting. His mother noticed his limp and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright" The woman quite stupidly asked, moving to stand in front of her son. "Yes, I'm fine" Takato pretended, he tried to walk away but fell down into his mother's awaiting arms. "Okay, maybe I'm not fine" The brunette tried to smile up at his mother's giggling face, but still felt pain within his heart, from before.
"Come on, I'll run you a bath" The woman held Takato's hand softly but firmly and lead him to the family bathroom. The bathroom was pearl white. Tiles spread across one particular wall, but for no particular reason. The light flickered on, revealing dozens of shampoos and soaps dispersed across the room, all trying to remain hidden. Takato felt his cheeks heat up; he hated it when his mother was a bit too motherly, well, he loved it, but that didn't stop him from feeling flustered. His mother didn't even consider that her son might feel embarrassed or uncomfortable by her; the nostalgia was the one thing that blinded her, it was also the one thing that kept Takato wanting his motherly mother, for all eternity.
A soft hand reached for the hot tap and slowly turned it, causing warm water to calmly rush out and hit the empty bath. "I'm sorry, Mum" Takato started, his mother looked confused, turning so that she was now facing the brunette. Takato took a deep sigh before telling his mother about everything that had happened in the night, before she found him. Well, except for some certain things that he had said to Henry. Takato looked to the ground in shame; the bath was nearly full by now, this fact not being acknowledged by anyone in the room.
"But, no matter what I've said before, even the things I've just said...It was just a little crush, nothing more, nothing less. I don't love him. Really, I didn't even know him; I only knew him for a few weeks. When I look back on it now, even though it was a few hours ago, I'm sort of glad that he told me early" Takato admitted, his mother watched him explain, quite impressed with her son's maturity. In Takato's mind, however, Henry remained; the brunette couldn't seem to extinguish these thoughts. "As long as you're happy, Takato; that's all that matters" the woman laughed lightly, hugging her son.
"You'll find some pyjamas in your room, on your bed. I'm going to bed now, are you going to be alright" The woman spoke, once again letting the motherly creature inside of her take over. "Yes, I'll be fine" Takato spoke seriously, watching his mother stand from the bath, turning the hot tap anticlockwise. "Are you sure" The mother spoke, purposefully patronising in her tone; she folded her arms playfully around her chest. "Yes" Takato groaned jokingly, mimicking his mother's actions perfectly, though not quite realising it.
Takato quietly shut the door after his mother and started to get undressed. Once the brunette was undressed, he slowly lowered himself into the warm bath. He didn't know how she did it exactly, even this time when she wasn't even watching the bath, she always gets it the exact right temperature. Feeling little sparks of pain emitting from his fresh wounds, but mostly from his ankle, Takato sunk as deeply as he could into the strangely refreshing water.
Suddenly, the brunette felt an aching coming from his chest. 'Ow! If this is heartache, it's pretty late. This pain could have happened, when I could've done something about it' Takato thought to himself while tightly holding his chest, he mentally cursed his heart for not forgetting Henry. "He does not like you. You do not like him" Takato repeated this to himself like a prayer, he hadn't expected it to work, but the aching ended as swiftly as it had appeared.
Bu now, what was it that remained? Hurt had mutated into sadness. "Henry...Doesn't love me" Takato started sobbing, instantly recognising the now familiar nothingness in front of him. 'The only person I have ever loved doesn't love me back' the brunette thought, not able to create the words with his dry mouth. Takato brought his knees up to his chest. His world had suddenly crashed down around him, and he hadn't even noticed. In fact, he pretended that it never happened. But now, his ignorance has caused him to look at his now, destroyed heart.
That is the end of the first chapter.
Hope you all enjoyed.
Also, I'm sorry is anyone is confused, in any way, by this story. Even I'm struggling to know what's going on, lol
Anyway...
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See you all next chapter.
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