Chapter 1: The Beginning.
"Ugh. . .Why do I even have to go to school, it's not like I'm even going to be doing anything there," I say as I get up from my bed. "You have to go, I don't want you playing that useless game in my house, ESPECIALLY not when you are supposed to be at school!" Mr. Kira says. "Okay fine, don't have to get all grumpy, you old fart." I say in annoying, except the part about the old fart, I whispered that, Or at least I thought I did. It was all nice and calm until I heard a loud thud, followed by another, and like four more, it was then when I looked up from my feet to the giant wall in front of me. By wall, I mean my father. "What did you say to me? Do you not know your place? I am your father, YOU DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU STUPID FOOL!" My father shouts. "Get up, Get up Right Now!" he says as he grabs me by my arm and throws me to the floor. "Get changed, You ARE going to school!" "Alright, alright I'm going I'm going. I'm sorry for calling you an old fart!" I say as I get up from the floor, looking at him in such a way that it makes him turn his head to walk downstairs. "Stupid dad, you didn't have go get all angry because I stated the truth about you. I hope you fall down the stairs." I think to myself.
I walk over to my closet and pick up a cyan hoodie and the regular beige shorts. I take my night shirt off and look at myself in the mirror. "Jeez I didn't realize he hit me that hard, what the hell is that?" I say as my eyes travel down my back to see a ragged line of flesh. Heh, I wonder what happens if I poke it. "Ow! Fuck! That hurts, Jesus." Oh well, it should heal on its own, now for that hoodie. As I search for my hoodie I find my lost cell phone. "Yes! I knew it was around here, oh wait what's this…" "Fuck! Just great, the other half snapped off. I wish my father could control his temper sometimes, now what am I supposed to do with a freaking keypad with no screen." I say in an aggravated tone. "Well at least the buttons work." "Now for that hoodie, Ah Ha! There it is!" I put on my hoodie and securely fasten the strings on the side of my hood so it won't look like I'm not wearing a shirt under. I should wear an inside shirt, since I'm pretty sure there'd be some left over blood streaking down my back, but I just can't be asked. As I pick up my shorts my father walks into my room (again), and gives me one of those 'ice-cold' stares, "Get your ass down stairs, the bus is here. And I am not bringing you to school; you do nothing but sleep and play that stupid game. If you miss the bus you WILL WALK to school." He shouts at me as he walks back down the stairs. "You should walk to work, your fat ass needs the exercise." I say under my breathe as he walks down the stairs. I mean it's true, he is sort of fat. The only reason why I'm skinny is because all I eat is junk food, like chips and crackers. Dad doesn't really let me eat actual meals. If I'm lucky I'd be able to even have a sandwich, but that's on the rare occasion like if he has his co-workers at our house and they come in and see me putting my backpack on, which is right now! "Hey there Kousuke, how are you doing this fine morning?" One of my dad's friends says to me. "I'm alright" I say as I look towards my father, who's also looking at me with another one of his ice-cold stares. Sheesh, the guy just always has to be a jerk. "Here's your lunch Kousuke", my father says to me as he hands me my lunch bag. "I've made you a ham sandwich," man has it been a while since he's ever made me anything. I can make my own lunch myself, but it all depends on if I'm allowed to even touch the fridge. He seriously does hate me doesn't he. Ever since I've come home with a note from my teacher saying I've, One: Failed History Test, Two: Punched a classmate and threw food down his pants, Three: Said some not-so-polite words to a teacher, he's been acting somewhat like. . .a douche? No that's not it, a Jerk? Yeah maybe, but…I think there's a better word. . .An Abuser? Yeah, I guess that fits him. Well it's time for me to get on the bus. I close my door without saying "bye" to my father, it's not like he'd even care. As I wait for the bus I spot this nest of frogs. I take my spear-like stick and pick it up and thrust it down towards the back of the frogs. "This time I'm going to try to get Five holes in each frog!" I giggle to myself. Most of the time I'm not like this, I only act like this after I've had an "unusual" day, which mainly means molested, or starved, or maybe even assaulted to the point where I am unconscious for a fixed amount of time. "19 stabs, and finally Twent-, Fuck" I say in an annoyed tone, the bus has finally arrived and interrupted my nearly finished goal! Damn you..
As I walk up to the bus, I get hit in the face by someone's backpack. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to hit you in the face with that". So then he meant to hit me in the face with something else? Freaking upperclassmen… I walk to the back and find an empty seat, I put my things down and sit right beside it. I begin to doze off and head into my 'dream-land', where I dream about random shit. I soon begin to try and predict of how my day's going to begin. Seeing how most of my days are, let's see…
Most of how my days basically roll is. . .
Wake up in the morning, get changed, occasionally get yelled at as I go down the stairs, given no breakfast. Get threatened that if I don't do well in school he's going to beat my ass again, which should I include that he already does? But he will just do it much harder than the 'usual'. The 'usual' mainly includes him making me strip to my undies, and then he ties me up to his 'torture machine' where he takes this belt-like Rope and whips at me all over my chest and arms. Then he turns the machine over, (with me in it of course) and proceeds to do the same rituals to my back. On a rare occasion he'd abuse me in a sexual manner, that's if he gets in trouble at his job, or if some girl at a bar would reject him. Which has happened on a more-than-one occasion? Ever hear of the "Ass-Blaster"? Yeah, that's what happens to me. I hate his guts with a passion. I won't go into full detail as to what the Ass-Blaster actually is, but let's just say that it's extremely painful. I am quite small for my age, shorter than the average 14 year old out there, haven't hit puberty yet either. I guess that could also be a reason why my father preys on me. Every time he beats me, he always tells me this, "The strong rule. The weak will always be devoured by the strong. And I will show you!" Oh how I loathe him so, and he's not the only person I have to worry about. There are these "bullies" at school that go by the names of "The Detrimental Four" who are all seniors. They give underclassmen wedgies, flushies, and even beat them up. But there's one thing that they're famous for, and that one thing is the "Virginity Finisher". I've heard it once, and they only do it to the ones that have either pissed them off to make them do it, or become such an outcast to the school community where they stick out like a sore thumb.
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Well I didn't really manage to find out what's going to happen today, apparently I lost track of what I actually wanted to do in my 'dream', oh well. I get off the bus, and feel a tap on my shoulder again. "Bam!" As I turn my head, I see the same backpack as earlier hit me in the face, Again! "Didn't mean to hit me in the face with that this time?" I say in an aggravated tone towards my prosecutor. "Oh so you catch on quick eh kid?" The tall man says, and while I was still a little dazed from my 'dream', my eyes began to focus and see that it was none other than one of the 'Detrimental Four'. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Hahahaha!" he says in such a 'bone-chilling' tone. As I look into his eyes, I begin to remember how my father looked at me just like that. I get up as fast as I can knocking his chin with my shoulder (accidentally) and run as fast as I can. The only thing I can think of is "Get the Fuck away from him! He's going to beat me Again!" Unfortunately for me, he's almost twice as big as me; therefore he caught up to me rather quickly. Holding me by my collar and facing him he smiles wickedly. "You thought you could get away from me? You're too weak to even run from me Hahaha! Come here you little rat, I have some nice friends that you'd want to meet." "No! let me go!" I say as I kick and scream, which then results in me having a large fist hitting me in my cheek, knocking me out.