a/n: where do I begin? I'm not even sure myself right now………I'm just sitting here writing what ever is on my mind…. Enjoy!!! R&R!!!!

Chapter 3 – "Hell is for Children"

Disclaimer: I do not own this anime or the song

As I cracked open my eyes I was blinded by a bright light, I knew it was morning, as I turned in my sheets I see the other side of my bed is empty but an imprint is left in his place…

Soubi…

smirk he never could stay in one place for too long…'the least he could've done was say' "goodbye". I then looked towards my balcony and noticed the door was still open, I'm guessing he forgot to close it when he left….

They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

As I got up and got ready for school I begun to notice the shape my bruises had taken, and the coloring had gotten worse. As my fingers lightly grazed them I winced, since, they still burn with pain. She has gotten more creative when it comes to punishing me. 'With any luck she decided to sleep in today.' Everything was the same routine, if I didn't eat my breakfast or didn't behave like his late brother, Seimei, I would get beaten for it.

There were times I was lucky enough to get away in the morning, but once I got home in the afternoon I had to pay the price. The funny thing was………she would always cream out,

"You're not my son…

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

You're not my child…"

She's right……I'm not her child……because if I were……she wouldn't be trying to kill me…

In the Kitchen…

As I quietly walked through the kitchen, trying not to make any sounds, I grasped the door knob and just as I was about to open the door…

It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
Be daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

"Don't you want your breakfast?"

'sigh' I slowly turned around and decided I didn't need anymore bruises. As I sat down and began to eat, my very over cooked breakfast, she sat across from me and stared only at me.

"How is it? Tell me the truth." She wanted the truth so I gave it to her.

"I don't like it…you should know that I hate jam on my bread…and these pickles are over burnt…" as she took all this in I could tell she was about to lose it. I took this as a sign for me to leave; as I reached the door.

"CRASH"

Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

I looked down to find a broken plate still full of food…my food… "You spoiled little brat…I slave all morning making you the perfect breakfast…and you come and tell me that you don't like it…well that's just too damn bad……" and before I could react the left side of my face was stingy with pain; the next thing I know I'm being tossed in to the kitchen table and I can not breath.

This woman who claims to be my mother is choking me; she is punishing me with love according to her. Oh yes, I really do feel the love. Just so you know………I am being sarcastic.

No, Hell Is For Children

My eyes are being blinded by darkness…

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

My lungs are dying out on me…

My heart is about to leap out of my chest…

Its as if she's really trying to kill me…my eyes then widened in realization… 'she is trying to kill me' I began to panic with fear I throw my arms are her…I began to kick, lash out my legs anything to get her away from me.

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

'Soubi…'

I struggle to breath…

'Soubi…help me…'

My lungs are about to explode…

'Please…Soubi…'

My hands cling to hers…trying to wrench them off…

'Soubi…'

Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children

Darkness is clouding my vision…

'No…Soubi…'

My hands lose grip…they fall to my sides…with very little air I have I whisper under my breath…

"Soubi…"

Darkness is all I see…complete darkness…

Hell Is For Children
Hell Is For Children

a/n: well I hope you enjoyed this chapter I know it seems short but I promise the next one to be a bit longer. R&R!!!