~Seven: Bakemono~
Bakemono.
Why did everyone hate him? Why did they call him 'monster', when all he wanted to do was buy food? Why did they glare at him for walking down the street?
Bakemono.
It hurt, it truly did. He had never, ever done anything to annoy or hurt someone else, not like these people did to him. He couldn't understand why they did this to him, a seven-year-old child.
Bakemono.
The word echoed around in his head, causing him to pause in his homework – which would just be marked wrong – and shake his head to try and rid himself of the painful word.
Bakemono. Monster.
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~Ashuri