Ritsuka was heading home from school like any other day, but unlike any
other day he was dreading going home more than usual. As of late his
mother had gotten worse. It had gone from random beatings to weekly
beatings to every other day beatings. He had done his best in covering it all
up afterwards, with makeup, lots of bandages, and longer clothing he
seemed to have done a pretty good job in fooling everyone around him as to
what his life back at home was really like. He was lucky the weather had
gotten so cold because of the rain lately otherwise people would have been suspicious.
It was summer now after all.
Once he reached the front doorstep he considered turning back around.
"Maybe I could stay with Soubi." he thought "No, I can't, that would only
make things worse. Mom might kill me if I missed curfew". And he meant that
quite literally.
Swallowing, he went inside and tried bolting to his room to try and avoid his
mother. Just as he passed the kitchen a hand shot out and grabbed his
forearm. "Where do you think you're going?" His mother said in a low sickly
sweet voice. "Up to do some homework" Ritsuka replied trying to sound
polite. Like this was a normal routine that he was reminding her of. This
though did not sway her in the slightest.
"My Ritsuka would NEVER come home without greeting his mother first!
Where is my Ritsuka?! Give him back! You're an imposter! Give him back!"
She screamed. "If you don't give him back I'll kill you! I'll beat you until you
give him back!" She shrieked dragging him into the kitchen. She grabbed the
cutting knife that lied on the counter, as if waiting for its victim. Ritsuka
covered his face with his free arm, feeling the knife slash deep into it. "Give
him back! Give him back! Where is MY Ritsuka! YOU ARE NOT MY RITSUKA!"
she kept screaming. He felt her kick his shin bringing him to his knees. He
tried to fight back a little but was more concentrated on protecting his eyes
and head. Then suddenly she was on top of him. She held his arms up and
started cutting at his stomach. Ritsuka screamed, begging her to stop, as
salty tears ran down his face and into his mouth along with a metallic taste
that came up from his throat. This was probably the worst of this week; she
hadn't used a knife yet. Squirming free finally, he escaped as fast as he could
through the kitchen and up the stairs.
Though halfway up the stairs his mother got hold of his ankle and pulled him
down. This caused Ritsuka's jaw to slam against the stairs bringing up more
of that metallic taste to his mouth. Then all of a sudden the hand on his ankle
was gone. Ritsuka turned around to see that she had slipped on a pool of red
liquid and was now at the bottom of the stairs. This was all the time Ritsuka
needed to escape to his room and lock it. He slid against the wall holding the
multiple wounds on his stomach and sides. He was breathing heavy gusts of
air. "It's getting…a little hard to breath." he thought worriedly. He dragged
himself to the bed; he found that he was too dizzy and weak to walk.
Grabbing the cell phone Soubi had given him from the bed he dialed Soubi.
Ring. Ring. Ring
Come on. Come on. Please Soubi.
"Hello?"
Ritsuka spoke between gasps of air. "Soubi… I-I need… y-your help…
please…" Ritsuka looked down, he had never seen so much blood in his life.
Could people even bleed that much? he wondered gruesomely
"Ritsuka I'm on my way where are you?" Soubi replied hurriedly
"I-I'm at…home"
"Alright stay on the phone with me Ritsuka ok?"
"…"
"Ritsuka? Ritsuka!" Soubi screamed sounding terrified.
"…"
Ritsuka was now having trouble speaking, the phone had fallen out of his
hand and the next thing he knew was darkness.