Warnings: Oc's Language, and Abuse
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my characters
Tales From Another Broken Home
By: Hakumi-Chan
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Songs I put into the story
Brown eyes closed in concentration, as she lifted the spoon, slowly dumping the contents into her mouth. Quickly putting the spoon down she asked to be excused. At her mothers nod, she pushed her chair in, quickly heading up the stairs.
After emptying her stomach, and wiping her mouth, she stood to look in the bathroom mirror, instantly her brown eyes filled with disgust. She was the fattest, ugliest, whore on this earth. In her eyes.
She was disgusted with herself, for not meeting her mothers standards, for even wanting to meet her mothers standards. No, her mom had never come right out and said that she was a fat cow, but she saw her shake her head when she couldn't fit into a size three pair of jeans.
She saw the looks that her mom gave her when she had to get a medium shirt instead of a small. All for her mother, she hoped her mom noticed and was proud of her.
She sharply turned her head when she heard a gasp, her heart stopped when she saw her mother standing there tears trailing down her beautiful face.
"Oh, Sango what have I done?" She questioned, not really expecting an answer.
" It's okay mom, I'm gonna be thin and fit into the close you want me to. Don't worry mom1 Aren't you proud? Isn't this what you wanted, for me to be perfect, for me to be thin. Say your proud of me mommy! Please I did this all for you!" Sango begged, tears now streaming from her sad brown eyes.
Her mother crumbled into a bawling heap on the beautifully tiled bathroom floor.
" No!" her mother managed to gasp out, bringing her brown eyes to look into the identical eyes of her eldest daughter.
"No!" Sango repeated, she was furious now. " What the fuck do you mean no! I did this all for you, so you could finally be proud of me, so you could finally love me. Mom tell me, I'll do whatever you ask just tell me what I can do to make you love me."
" Oh Sango what have I done?" She repeated, a fresh set of tears sprung from her eyes. She crawled to her daughters malnourished legs and hugged them with all her might, praying to God that he forgive her, to let her daughter forgive her.
"No Sango, this is not what I wanted, I would never wish for you to be unhealthy, I would never wish for you to push yourself to the point of starvation." Her mother whispered to her daughters legs.
" B-but I saw you give me those looks when I couldn't fit into those size three jeans, Or when I had to by that medium size shirt, it's okay mom I know you think I'm fat and ugly. It's okay I'm working on it. I'll be beautiful for you, I'll be perfect for you."
" Sango you are perfect in my eyes, I could care less what size you are, you will always be beautiful to me." Her mom said, standing to grab her face, making her daughter look at her, to tell her that she meant ever word she said. " It'll be okay hunny we'll get you help okay?"
With that tears started leaking form both of there eyes, but for totally different reasons.
" You worthless piece of shit, no one loves why not do the world a favor and kill your self." His father spat, at the boy that dared to glare at him.
" Because that would make you happy Jackass. And I live to be the bane of your existence." The younger boy spat back, his golden eyes turning a blood red.
Smack! He slapped his son in the face, a bruise already forming in that spot.
" Get out of my face, mutt." He said, daring his son to talk back, when he saw that he would he turned to his chair in front of the TV.
" Asshole." The boy muttered, gliding up the stairs, he needed a fix.
Reaching his room, he pulled out a lethal looking blade, some alcohol, and a few band-aids. Lifting his shirt, to reveal a slew of cuts, and pictures that he had carved into his skin. Placing the blade to a place on his skin that hadn't already been marked, he pierced his skin relishing in the pain it brought, the beautiful pain that took away any thoughts of his father.
He might have been crazy, but he wasn't stupid, after carving his skin he poured the alcohol over the self inflicted wound, the placed the band-aid over it.
Hearing the downstairs door open, he quickly put his equipment back into his drawer, then ran down stairs.
Greeting his mother with a kiss on the cheek, he sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for dinner, continuing his normal day.
His mother turned to him, her eyes getting big as she glanced at his mutilated arm. Grabbing his hand she gasped out a, " Why? Why did you do this?"
His heart stopped when her realized he had forgotten to pull his sleeve over his arm, his mom didn't know and he has wanted to keep it that way.
"I, uh mom it's ok, I'll stop I promise. No! mom please don't cry." He begged, she shook her head.
" It's okay hunny we'll get you some help."
" I'm not some fuckin' loony mom!" He demanded, more for himself than for his mother.
She reached out to him, but her flinched away from her.
" It's okay hunny you'll be okay."
But, he was okay, he saw nothing wrong with his self-mutilation, it was, after all, his body.
Violet eyes closed in satisfaction, as the needle broke the flesh of his forearm, inserting the foreign liquid into his blood stream.
He felt his whole world spin all his problems go away, even for a few quick hours was enough for him, it was all worth it.
He suddenly felt a pain in his head, the room span to quickly, then his world went black.
That's how his mom found him, the needle still in his arm, his eyes dilated, hi body slack.
She rushed him to the Hospital, where the doctors proceeded to pump his stomach of the foreign drug that had endangered the youths life.
" Ma'am Is Miroku shantui your son?" Jill Spangly asked the woman that stood before her , tears streaming down her face.
"Y-yes, oh I swear I didn't know he was using." His mother began, until Jill quieted the frantic woman.
" It's ok. We are going to get your son help. We will send him to a home for troubled teens, he will survive you can be sure of that."
This had been a hard week for Jill she had, had three cases, not counting this one, all different types of abuses, but one thing was for sure, they would all be taken care of, they would all survive.
'I hope'
A/U2:I just wanted to say thank you to all the people who reviewed, you are all loved by Hakumi-Chan. And this is a long chapter for me so I hope your all happy. Please review! oH AND if you where wondering why I am poating two chapyer at a time it;s because I took so long on writing chapter two so here you are.
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Hakumi-Chan