Chapter 1
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why did Mitsuki have to give birth to such an annoying, bratty, irksome child?
The front door opened.
"Mama!" There he was, the annoying brat.
"Mama! Guess what?" The thing looked exactly like her. She hated it.
It's ashy blonde hair, crimson coloured eyes. They even the same heart-shaped face.
Mitsuki didn't answer, so he just removed his shoes and ran to the kitchen.
He was grinning, hiding something behind his back. She despised it. His smile. His face. His existence.
"I got top marks in the math test we did today!"
Mitsuki narrowed her eyes, as she looked down at the thing that was called a 'child'.
"You're trying to say you're better than me,aren't you, you brat?"
The boy raised an eyebrow.
"Mama, are you okay?" He was glancing at the bottle she had in her hand.
That was it.
She snapped.
Mitsuki gripped the wine bottle, she held it up in the air and swung.
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.
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Blood. There was blood everywhere. From his head to her feet. All she could do was sit there and grin.
Masaru had heard the noise of glass breaking and came from the bedroom to the kitchen.
"Mitsuki? What was that sou-"
His eyes widened as he saw his son lying on the floor,covered with blood, his wife only glaring at him with lifeless eyes.
"What happened to Katsuki?"
Katsuki? Oh, the name of the thing.
Masaru quickly ran to the telephone, most likely calling an ambulance.
The rest was a blur the only thing Mitsuki could clearly remember was the blinding red and blue lights and the ear-piercing sirens. Next thing she knew, both her and Masaru were in a hospital, waiting for news on their 'son'.
Her husband stayed quiet, it didn't really bother her, she liked the silence. By silence she meant no brat bugging her every single minute. The only time it was there she was either shouting or hitting someone.
Masaru finally spoke up.
"How- how did that happen, Mitsuki?" He started, she turned her head to look at him, "You had a broken bottle in your hand- there was glass everywhere, our son was bleeding and you were just sitting there doing nothing!"
"Our son?" She laughed, "THAT THING IS NOT MY SON, AND HE NEVER WILL BE!"
The whole hospital was looking at her now, not that she cared.
Her husband was still, looking at her, eyes wide. He was about to say something before he was interrupted by a doctor.
He had unkept jet black hair, aqua blue eyes and pale white skin, he was as slim as a skeleton and had tired bags occupying the bottom of his eyelids.
"If you could follow me?" The man said, scratching his head.
The couple looked at each other, then got up, and followed the doctor, Mitsuki supposed his name was 'Dr. Roy' from the name tag wore.
They had soon arrived at a room labeled '2o1, Dr.Roy.'
There were messy papers with scribbles on them scattered everywhere, a small board illuminating the dark room. On the left was a desk and a black, comfy-looking chair.
The Doctor gestured for Mitsuki and Masaru to sit down on two wooden chairs opposite of his desk.
"So, what's the news on ou- my son?"
The man cleared his throat before he answered the brownette.
"He has a severe concussion, but he should be fine in just a week or two, he'll probably have mild amnesia and trouble concentrating."
He picked up a pen and started clicking it up and down,
"When he does wake up, he should avoid any rapid movement, he might have some nightmares depending on the cause of his concussion" He glared at Mitsuki.
He knew something
End of chapter 1
(A/N: That chapter was really short, I know. I'll try to make longer chapters in the future. I'm working on the second chapter and I have some ideas for it )
Word count: 677