Endearment | komahina (COMPLETED)

Bruises

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I put my hands on my kneecaps sitting crisscrossed on the beach. It was a fairly nice day so I decided to go relax.
In all honesty I had barley slept much. Earlier though I had went to the library and got a book to read that seemed somewhat interesting. Yesterday had been pretty upsetting so I thought it would be nice to take a small break for myself today.

I opened the book the breeze blowing my hair back cooling my face. I read for a little while scanning the pages picking up different adventures and small stories until I got to a certain one.
It was titled: "Purple bruises" it seemed to be a strange story, honestly it was really just a short story, a strange short story.
This is what it said:
"The boy sat at his lonely desk drawing his usual drawings
The man walked to the door not knocking like he always did before entering his sons room with the bottle and evil hands. And when the bruises were shown the boy kept quiet and didn't say a thing like he always did keeping it to himself not daring to show anyone."

It was such a sad short story but it made me think. More than I wanted to especially about the one sink at hopes peak.
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My feet hit the school floor as I walked down the school hallway, it was a long walk to the bathroom but it didn't matter to me. I needed to wash my hands before lunch, It's not like I had anywhere to be I barley ate much anyway just to avoid social interactions.

My feet hit the floor making a louder patting sound back and fourth. I always seemed to notice strange noises, I mean having no friends makes you look at the world a bit different. The chattering of classmates swelled up the hallways as I continued down the narrow hallway.

I saw the small sign finally with the man on it and walked in, it was silent mostly besides the water being ran by someone. I rounded the small corner and saw Nagito scrubbing his arm in the sink. I didn't say anything or think anything of it, it honestly had been awhile since I had seen him around. I went to sink next to him washing my hands. Looking over slightly and I was a bit shocked at what my eyes came across.

Half of his arm was bruised purple and bleeding slightly. It was limp looking and he was trying to stop the bleeding but wasn't succeeding. He kept holding paper towel on it and slightly making annoyed noises but seemed worried about his arm. I looked up at him a bit and he looked like he had been crying. He then stopped, holding the paper towel in place when he noticed me staring.

I looked at him not saying anything, time sort of stopped I didn't break my gaze.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly still looking at his badly bleeding and purple arm.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal I just slipped and hurt my arm somehow I guess don't worry." He smiled slightly trying to cover it up but he was still gripping his arm in pain.

Clearly something happened but I wasn't gonna push him, I mean I barley knew him anyway.
"Oh okay it just looked pretty bad, you sure you don't need to go to the nurse-" I was stopped by a slight shout.
"No!" He put his arms out like he thought I was going to go get the nurse trying to stop me.

I looked at him silently and stared he had tears welling up in his eyes but I then realized how messy he looked.
Did he really just....slip? It looked like his arm was broken or fractured or just straight up damaged somehow.
"I won't, I promise." He smiled weakly still clenched in pain. I tried to smile but it didn't really work I rounded the small corner to leave when I began to hear sobbing.

I had the sudden urge to go back and help him but I also didn't really want him to be mad that I tried to help. I turned back and walked in as he was now huddled up on the floor still trying to take care of his arm.
"Hey, why don't we go your arm really looks bad." He looked up in surprise quickly wiping his face with his sleeve, he clearly wanted to act like he hadn't been crying.
"I said I'm okay." He had a slight stern face.

I gave him a look motioning to his arm. He looked down sadly and than back up still looking completely messy.
I held out my hand and he took it with the one arm that seemed to be decently okay. I pulled him up as he held his arm more, it falling limply. It must have been like that for a while now.
We walked out and I took him to the nurses office. Our Journey to the nurses office had been pretty boring I kept looking down, I mean I didn't want to ask him why his arm was that way, he clearly didn't want to talk about it either. We finally approached the office and he looked at me warmly.

"Thank you." He smiled slightly walking in as they began caring for him. I turned around back to lunch, hopefully I would have time to eat. But I'll I could think about is how his arm had gotten that way in the first place.
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It's funny, I never talked to him after that. Even after I had helped him when he was hurt and in pain. That's really when the bullying had started, I got picked on by his whole group of friends but he never seemed to really be into bothering me. Well that was until the fountain day when I hit my head and landed myself a few days in the hospital.

I shut the dried out book and sat it on my lap. Honestly I should really go find someone to hangout with, I was on a nice trip for crying out loud and I wasn't really enjoying it to the fullest. Maybe Chiaki and me could play video games and I could relax and not have to think about...him.

I got up to leave looking around and noticed that no one was around. Had I really got up that early? I really needed to stop that it wasn't very good for me. I walked up the soft sand carrying the book, maybe a walk back to the library would be nice to clear my thoughts.