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About meWhere is my savior?
I feel stepped on, constantly stepped on, over used, never loved, why am I being stepped on?
Where is my savior?
Where is that person, that would no hesitate to reach down the sea of people and take my hand.
No there is no savior for me, for I am to far deep under the sea of people being ignored and unloved.
Where is my hero, there is no hero for one such as I, I die here on the floor, over used, a forgotten waste.
There is no savior for me, one for you, none for me...
Nine year old Shikyo Kishi sat in a corner of his small bedroom bawling.
"Why Mommy, why do you beat me!?" he wipes his tears away and painfully crawls into bed, curls up tight, pulls the blanket over his head, crying himself to sleep. He was covered in cuts and bruises, scars from previous beatings shone clear as day on his pale skin. His short, dark brown hair covers his eyes as he sleeps.
Four hours later, Shikyo opens his deep blue eyes, and stares at the wall. He flinches as he hears his bedroom door squeak open. Footsteps become louder as the intruder strolls towards his bed. He looks up at Kari Kishi, his mother, with a knife in her hand. She looms over him, a shadow of the night. Her eyes are open, but they hold no light. She is sleep walking.
Shikyo curls up, closing his eyes tight, and bites his thumb waiting for his quick death. The knife clangs as it hits the hardwood floor, and Kari holds her son in her arms like a small child, rocking him back and forth.
"Ichigo...Ichigo my baby..." she moaned. A few days ago, her other son, Ichigo, was kidnapped, and in her sleeping mind at this moment, Shikyo was Ichigo.
Shikyo's eyes widen and tears follow the streaks of the ones he previously shed.
"Mommy..." he hugs her back crying softly. "So this...this is love..." he thought to himself as he cried. In the morning, Shikyo wakes up and his mother is no longer there, holding him. "Was it all a dream..." He gets up and quickly runs down the stairs into the kitchen. Sitting at the table is his mother. "H..hey Mom...," he hesitantly sits down across from her. She was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and large brown eyes.
His mother stands up suddenly and stands over him. She slaps him off the chair and starts to beat him unmercifully with her fists.
"YOU STUPID MONSTER! STAY AWAY FROM ME AND GIVE ME BACK MY ICHIGO!" she shouted, punching him and pulling on his dark hair. She beats him for about twenty minutes, then leaves him, bloody and bruised, on the linoleum. Shikyo cries where he lay, unmoving; "It was a dream..only a dream!" He stands up shakily and limps out of that cursed house towards the forest; soon he stumbles and falls crying harder than he ever had before. He sits against a tall oak, and hugs his knees to his chest. Unknown to him, only half a mile away in the very same forest, Ashurii Kisate was crying.
A huge, pure white she-wolf makes its way towards Shikyo. It has dark, blood red eyes, and you can see its muscles under its well-kempt coat.
"Are you going to kill me wolf..." he mumbles, staring into its red eyes with his blue ones. The wolf begins to lick Shikyo's face clean, and when she's finished, she lays down on his lap. Shikyo hugs the wolf tight and begins to cry again. "You're so warm...like my mother," he burries his face into the large wolf's soft pelt. The wolf lays there, comforting the little boy who has had nothing but grief his entire life.
Occupation: dying alone...