TW: Abuse
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Mum hit me. Not lightly, in a joking way, but as hard as she could. It left a dark red hand mark on the large of my back. I winced in pain, but not dare cry. Crying was a form of weakness. My mother took any sign of weakness to her brain, to hurt me even more. She left, but returned quickly, with an empty bottle in her hand. "Who would even like you? Everyone has varying colors during the day! All I ever see from you is that-"
Hit once.
"-stupid-"
Hit twice.
"-black-"
Hit three times.
"-band on your wrist!"
Hit four times.
My back was trickling blood in various places. my breath was hitched, each and every contracting making it worse.
"See, that's how you should be treated."
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table for stabilization.
"It's not over yet," Mum screamed.
She left again, this time returning with a whip tipped with spikes.
She raised it and brought it down.
A/N: Whoops
Also I've changed my updating schedule so... Alright this story is going to go off the main point a LOT sorry
ESTÁS LEYENDO
colors ✖ phan
Fanfic「COMPLETE」 A boy with a permanently black band finds someone who would want to help them see colors again.
