An Unbearable Fact : Prologue
Title: An Unbearable Fact
Chapters: Prologue/ ???
Author: darkwonderland3
Genre: AU, Romance, Psychological, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sexual Scenes, Borderline personality disorder, Anorexia, Depression, Violence, Use of Real Names, Character Death, Suicide, Rape.
Pairings: Uruha/Aoi, Reita, Kai
Synopsis: When you lose the only person which loves you from the deepest of her heart, can you continue to live ? Do you manage to smile again ? Can you fight against those demons who break you ?
Prologue ~~
Voices. He recognizes his father and mother's voices. Both adults seem to speak quietly, so the little kid closes his eyes and snuggles a little more in his blankets which keep him warm in this autumn night. He falls asleep slowly, but the voices change suddenly. One of them gets angry, yells, while the other one softer, begs, again, again, and cries, again and again. Scared, the little boy hides himself under his covers and closes his eyes tight, very tightly, while covering his ears with his hands. Despite this, he can still hear the screams and tears of the two voices while small tears are running down his face. His father's voice is shouting on his mother, louder and with harsh words as time passes by. The kid does not understand the meaning of these words, but they hurt him horribly. Then nothing. No sound is heard. Neither cries nor tears. So, slowly, the boy stands up, leaves his reassuring room and finds himself in the dark corridor. He is afraid, he has never liked to be in the dark. A thin ray of light escapes from under the door of the bathroom, and he follows this reassuring light. Then, with his little hands, he pushes the dark wood panel. Daddy is here, mommy too. Neither adults move. Mom is lying on the slightly moist floor, head bowed, as if she was sleeping, and her face reflects no feelings. The child looks at her, without saying any word, even forgetting to blink, and why he came into the bathroom. At this moment, he only has one desire : to sleep. Falling asleep with the fear of waking up the next morning. He wants to forget. What ? He does not know yet. The boy calls his mother lying, and the silence he receives as an answer makes him crazy. Why is mama not answering? Why is she staying on the cold floor? He shouts, while taking his mother's thin shoulders between his little hands. He shouts to wake his mom, for her to react. But mommy still does not move. Truth is quite obvious to him, it scares him, but he does not want to admit it, not yet, and he lets his heart drown itself deep into this painful truth. The child holds back his tears because daddy always told him that crying was for girls, that he was not born to cry. He hears his father's voice, but it seems so far that it means nothing to him. At this moment, the little boy hates himself to an unimaginable point. He had never hated someone at this point. Because he can't do a single thing for her, her who gave him life. He'd like her to stay with him so much! Without ever leaving him. Then, he notices that she contrasts enormously with the red that stains the white floor. The boy's face closes itself at all emotions, and slowly he puts his hands on his mother's still warm cheek, smiling slightly. Tears are running down his face until they become nothing more than one on his mother's face. His eyelids close letting out other small drops, while he would only like to stay by her side.
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(Next)
Chapters: Prologue/ ???
Author: darkwonderland3
Genre: AU, Romance, Psychological, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sexual Scenes, Borderline personality disorder, Anorexia, Depression, Violence, Use of Real Names, Character Death, Suicide, Rape.
Pairings: Uruha/Aoi, Reita, Kai
Synopsis: When you lose the only person which loves you from the deepest of her heart, can you continue to live ? Do you manage to smile again ? Can you fight against those demons who break you ?
Prologue ~~
Voices. He recognizes his father and mother's voices. Both adults seem to speak quietly, so the little kid closes his eyes and snuggles a little more in his blankets which keep him warm in this autumn night. He falls asleep slowly, but the voices change suddenly. One of them gets angry, yells, while the other one softer, begs, again, again, and cries, again and again. Scared, the little boy hides himself under his covers and closes his eyes tight, very tightly, while covering his ears with his hands. Despite this, he can still hear the screams and tears of the two voices while small tears are running down his face. His father's voice is shouting on his mother, louder and with harsh words as time passes by. The kid does not understand the meaning of these words, but they hurt him horribly. Then nothing. No sound is heard. Neither cries nor tears. So, slowly, the boy stands up, leaves his reassuring room and finds himself in the dark corridor. He is afraid, he has never liked to be in the dark. A thin ray of light escapes from under the door of the bathroom, and he follows this reassuring light. Then, with his little hands, he pushes the dark wood panel. Daddy is here, mommy too. Neither adults move. Mom is lying on the slightly moist floor, head bowed, as if she was sleeping, and her face reflects no feelings. The child looks at her, without saying any word, even forgetting to blink, and why he came into the bathroom. At this moment, he only has one desire : to sleep. Falling asleep with the fear of waking up the next morning. He wants to forget. What ? He does not know yet. The boy calls his mother lying, and the silence he receives as an answer makes him crazy. Why is mama not answering? Why is she staying on the cold floor? He shouts, while taking his mother's thin shoulders between his little hands. He shouts to wake his mom, for her to react. But mommy still does not move. Truth is quite obvious to him, it scares him, but he does not want to admit it, not yet, and he lets his heart drown itself deep into this painful truth. The child holds back his tears because daddy always told him that crying was for girls, that he was not born to cry. He hears his father's voice, but it seems so far that it means nothing to him. At this moment, the little boy hates himself to an unimaginable point. He had never hated someone at this point. Because he can't do a single thing for her, her who gave him life. He'd like her to stay with him so much! Without ever leaving him. Then, he notices that she contrasts enormously with the red that stains the white floor. The boy's face closes itself at all emotions, and slowly he puts his hands on his mother's still warm cheek, smiling slightly. Tears are running down his face until they become nothing more than one on his mother's face. His eyelids close letting out other small drops, while he would only like to stay by her side.
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