There was something about him. Toxic. Alluring. Broken yet still there, just enough so that he wouldn't stop screaming even after his voice was raw.
Bucking and punching long after it was far too late.
He loved the way blood smeared against the pale skin when the pavement rubbed against his cheek again and again, burning the memory into his face.
He loved the sound of pain. There was pain in his actions and his words.
He liked him like that. He liked him torn and bloody and lost. He wanted him to be lost. He would be weaker that way- but as long as he knew where to search for, that there was something else out there, he would still scream.
He loved it when he screamed.
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Riku whimpered. It would be alright. It would be alright. Sora was going to make it better.
But time had passed. Did he really know Sora anymore? How much had the boy changed?
Would he turn on Riku, leave him for a fate worse than death?
Because death is final, but pain is not. It will always be there to haunt you in your nightmares- but it always spawns in reality.
There is no running away.
Not from Ansem, not from his memories. Not from the pain.
He wondered if he should simply give up. There was nothing left but pain.
And it would never go away.
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Sora's heart thumped. It thudded against his skin, trying to break free from his scarred body.
But it would always be stuck inside of there, until he shut it off.
He couldn't leave Riku, could he?
He couldn't leave Riku with that monster. Riku, trying to fend him off, but unable to. Because while Riku was an athlete, that didn't change the fact that Ansem had done it before. Would Riku even resist, or just lay down on the floor, hopeless, broken?
Sora wondered if it would matter if he was gone. There was nothing left in life other than living.
But when he went home, when his father beat him senseless and his mother didn't care- was that even considered living?
When he lay there, bloody and broken, was that any different than what Riku had endured? Didn't he deserve an escape route?
When he lay there and his own father, the one that was meant to love him unconditionally, broke his skin and his heart- didn't that give Sora the right to do what he wanted?
He wondered what would happen to them after he left. Would his father start on his mother? The defenseless mother that never came to his defense, would she be next?
Would they run out of food? Would his father drink up all the beer and wait for his son to come home, only to continue waiting? If he ever did decide to come after his son and found the body, what would he do? Simply beat the lifeless body again and again, yelling at an unhearing boy?
When Sora didn't even get a chance to become a teenager...
It simply left him with an adult mind that wasn't prepared.
He wasn't prepared when he turned 10.
Maybe he was finally ready now.
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This chapter is purposefully disjointed. It's to show the full extent of the wonderfully tortured character's mental statuses.
It only gets worse from here.
Maybe you'll finally stop reading.