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Har inte med mig mitt kollegieblock som jag skrev det här i dock ahhaha så jag skriver ur minnet.

Blonde strands swept over his cheeks before slicking to his skin, stuck by millions of tears. In a second attempt to take a deep breath, he bends over in the pain it causes to his longues. The blood on his hands stains the carpet when he grips it tightly, trying to distract himself from the pain, the blood drips from his dry lips and stains the floor, and the blood silently sippers down his wrists.

The corner of his room seems like the safest place to be right now, the darkness hiding him from the world is comforting him. Like a warm touch, not Yuus but atleast, it's something. And this plain floor is more appealing than his warm, comfy bed. He glances up at them, the rumpled, green sheets almost glowing in the dark. And the distinct smell of alcohol reaches his nose.

It never left this room, never left the sheets, but in this corner, it faded away slightly. He'd rather sleep on this cold floor for the rest of his life than to ever lay in that bed again.

In the corner of his eyes he sees the contoures of a person in the door opening.

- Did you do your homeworks, creep?

Not a sound escapes Kouyous mouth, he shut his eyes tight and imagines he's with Yuu.

- Is that a no?

Clicks of the lights turning on, the man steps closer to him, stops next to him. He feels the burning of eyes glaring down at him, a laughter echoes through the room. He squeeze his eyes even tighter, he knows what's to come, and the only thing in his mind is the picture of the boy he loves, Aoi, Yuu, his dark hair, his smile, his gente touches..

- You're such an IDIOT!

The first kick, right in his stomach, he loses his breath.

- You think this is the best way to spend your life, eh?!

Second kick, his chest, he tries to scream but the only thing heard is a hoarse sound leaveing his lips.

- FAGGOT!

Third kick, his head, he wonders how he'll hide this with make-up.

Fourth kick, last kick, his stomach again, the taste of blood is metally.

- I wish you were never born.

Steps fading away, the lights turned off.

Never before had Kouyou coughed and thrown up blood.

Tonight, he fell asleep leaning to his wardrobe, trying to warm himself with the blood red carpet.

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