Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Everything Hurts but my Heart ❯ Chapter 1

Jade eyes closed slowly, and then opened again. He was trying desperately to focus. He didn't know what he was trying to focus on actually, anything really. Anything to keep him awake. He didn't want to sleep even though his body screamed to embrace unconsciousness. But he wouldn't give in; afraid he'd never return to the light. Koritsu slowly sucked in a shaky breath, his ribs straining and lungs groaning in protest. He needed to… needed to get away, somehow.

 

His body didn't respond to anything he tried to make it perform. All he could do was breath, and barely even that. His fingers twitched, stretching and smearing in the blood he lay in. His dark, ebony hair was staining red from the thick liquid that pooled under him, the same liquid that oozed from every wound in his body. The most noticeable one was a long red line that ran from his wrist and up the entire length of his forearm. But the incision had been scabbed over for days now.

 

The rest of his wounds didn't look like he'd been able to do it to himself, like his arms. His face was bruised, bloody, and swollen from the knuckles of his mother connecting one too many times. Large gashes and deep stabs littered his body in an unorganized, spastic pattern. But they were all partially hidden by shreds of clothing or didn't appear to be as bad as they actually were.

 

His body throbbed, his skin felt like it was peeling, and his head felt like it has cracked open. He could smell the metallic scent of his blood burning his nostrils. His eyes closed again but he gasped and choked down a large amount of painful air, forcing himself to lift his eyelids once more. He almost jumped out of his skin as he heard a low growl that soon turned into a higher pitched roar of pain. What scared him more was that it was his own agonized scream.

 

He hadn't even felt his lips move. He couldn't feel his arms or legs either, just the painful stabbing as his lungs stretched his broken ribs.

 

“Koritsu!”

 

Papa… No, he couldn't find him. He couldn't see him like this. His mother was still in frenzy. She'd hurt him and it would be his fault. He couldn't live with that. He may not live at all. No… he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave his father. But he couldn't do anything.

 

“Oh god, Koritsu, what has she done!?” His father slowly embraced his son in his arms, holding his broken and bleeding body with gentle love. Koritsu gasped again. But this time it felt better then it had for the past four hours. It felt like the air was leaving his lungs, letting his screaming ribs settle into their broken position.

 

When was the last time he'd blinked? He couldn't remember but he didn't mind. His eyes, half lidded and hazed, held a perfect image of his father above him. He could stay there forever. He didn't have to move. The pain subsided and his chest stopped throbbing.

Papa…