"what happened to you, ki?"
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On the Second Day, Kian did what he usually did. He stayed in his room while Jc was out, trying his best to restrain himself from finding the razor blade he hid in his bathroom. After all, without the sweet relief of his cancer sticks, he was left to face his own broken, poisoned state of mind.
So when Jc came bursting into his room, it surprised Kian, to say the least.
Kian had never cut himself. He enjoyed pain, as it took his mind off of his own crashing little world, but he hasn't ever found it in a razor blade.
Fighting was a better way of inducing pain because, to Kian, it never ended. And when you find that person that can't stop punching, it's the equivalent to finding a cigarette that never burnt out.
So, when Jc told Kian to take his shirt off, that he was in for "a fun day at the beach", Kian wished he had said anything else.
Kian swam with a shirt on, but it was only an hour later and he was feeling light-headed. I suppose that's what happens when one doesn't eat for three days straight.
Jc tackled him, but all Kian felt was the huge bruise on his back from a fight he got into a week prior. He silently embraced the pain, but Jc heard his agonized grunt and lifted his shirt up slowly.
If Kian hadn't housed any bruises on his back, Jc would worry that he could see every rib clearly, or that scratch marks burned bright red on his pale skin. That would be, if his skin was pale. On any first glance, one would assume that his skin was purple, not pale.
"What happened to you, Ki?"
And Kian would answer with "Everything."
That is, if he were conscious.
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