vengeance

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

wounds and injuries.
chapter five -

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A CHILD'S dream is full of ecstasy, a child's reality if full of misery. No matter how hard you try to make everything go well, it always ends with them messing up. You were like that.

A once bright future you had hoped to get. There everyone was smiling, perhaps your sister could've met Manjiro and the others. You all would be playing on the green field just like kids and the guardians would laugh at the moments. But all of that can only happen in your dreams.

Day by day, you couldn't understand a single thing. If god loves you this much then why would you have to cry your whole life out? Is it punishment or discipline? Even so, you don't remember violating anything.

God. You don't believe in them anymore. Everyday you wake up to the birds chirping god has given you another day as a punishment.

First month of august, two days from now on there will be a festival.

Hinata and Emma called you for a girl's day but you had to decline due to your schoolwork you didn't got to finish. You were focused on studying ignoring everything around you. Repeatedly bouncing your feet, anxiety rushing throughout your whole body.

Even so you couldn't think straight. Everything seems blank.

The wind bells chimes as the wind passes by your window, fresh air entering your room while your hair dances along with the wind. Your palm starting to sweat simultaneously writing on the sheet of paper.

Don't stop, don't ever stop. All your progress will come into a waste. And the time will come you'll start regretting every single thing you did. Why did you stop? Why did you even stop? Did the burning passion of flames in your heart had run down? You paused.

Looking at the progression you made, your table was a mess. Cramped papers everywhere, books all opened, pen gathered on one side.

You were obviously gonna have a hard time cleaning everything up. You sighed, releasing the stress out of your fatigue body.

A silence of moment, you laid your back, relaxing everything out. From your drowsy eyes to your worn out fingers. When was the last thing you remember loosing the uneasiness of life? You only wished that tranquility will forever be in your being.

"[name]," The door flew shut open, activating your fight or flight responses. You jumped out of your seat, holding onto your chest as if your life depends on it. "Can you clean this- oh... are you okay?"

Your brother asks, looking at your figure. You were sweating whilst breathing heavily with your other hand gripping on the table.

You calmed yourself down, "Yeah, you just scared me."

Eito [last name] took a glimpse of the things on your table as you closed some books up to make things tidy. He clearly knew how stressed and focused you were, even so he doesn't know how to comfort his little sister.

You stood up from your stool, drawing out the first aid kit from your cabinet. You already grasp with what he needs. Your brother has a cut just right below his eyes.