Kira slowly pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and starred down at his wrists. Starring down at them, pain evitable in his eyes…
Deep scars were embedded over his thin wrist. They had been there for quite awhile…yet, Kira had never quite gotten used to their presence.
He hadn't inflicted pain upon himself for quite awhile now, but like most things…there was more behind the story then he had let others see. It wasn't just…the leaving of his best friend, and thought of love. His desires for Athrun had been strong, and it pained him more then words could say to have him leave, but Kira was stronger then that…or…that's what he let others know…
His aunt and uncle, who had taken him in when his mother had passed away, he didn't know his real father, began to fight a lot during the first few weeks of Athrun's missing. And his uncle, who he used to call father, ended up getting drunk, severely enough, until the man lost it and began to take his anger out on Kira, would tell him words of utter hatred, and during the time, he had un-trusted everyone he once trusted, leaving him with noone to cling too as his life began to slip away from his grasp.
As time progressed, he began to stop eating, and when he did, it never stayed down very long at all, he cut himself in an attempt to rid the pain, and he forgot how to smile. After a while of this, when his aunt had finally caught onto him, he was hospitalized. He'd lost the will to live.
Over this time, his aunt and uncle had apologized to his lifeless body, and his friends began to help him once more, and his vanished hope had rekindled.
But now…
His pain and suffering had returned. The one person, who was always there for him, had returned, only to bring more pain to him. Kira had came to realize one thing…
No matter what he did, the scars of his past would never vanish…
Authors Notes; This is just a quick look back on what happened during the three years Athrun was in the United States...Please RxR...I will update the other chapters ASAP.