Flowers (1)

Moon

(TRIGGER WARNING! Abuse!)
The birds flew through the cold breeze aimlessly, chirped echoing through the air every few moments. It seemed quite peaceful, Moon thought. No one else would be out at this time, since it was almost nightfall and he was in a park that wasn't too popular. He sat idly on a swing, letting his hands raise and fingers curl around the chains connected to the bar that held the swing up. He gripped the chains gently, his feet very gently pushing him back and forth. He wasn't in the... greatest mindset at this very moment. He felt empty. The year was 2016, in the month of November, close to December. Personally Moon liked the cold weather, it felt nice against his pale skin. He stopped moving the swing, his breathing shaky. Everything paused for a moment when his phone started buzzing in his pocket, and he stood. He had to get home, it was getting dark, the sun almost done setting. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and he started his rush back to his home.
The only time he got home, was the worst time possible. Everything escalated. He sat in his room, a locked door was what he was staring at. Yelling was coming from the other side. "You better get your ass out here!" Yelled a mans voice, slurs evident.
He didn't want to respond. He wanted to escape. This is why he never comes home. A loud bang on the door from the mans foot made him flinch, and he clutched his blankets close to himself as he curled into a ball, choked sobs making way past his lips. "Go away!"
"No! If you don't come out, I'll just break in!" Soon after that yelled statement, banging came from the door until the hinges broke and the door came flying down. Moon's eyes widened, and he scurried to stand and back up to his window. The man, also called step father, immediately came up to him, and all he felt was a strong stinging sensation on his cheek, and before he could react hands were at Moons throat.
"S . . . St- op-" He managed out, his hands gripping his step fathers wrists, trying to pull them away. More tears rose in his eyes at the pain, and he was trying so hard to get the mans hands away from his neck, desperately gasping for breath that didn't come. He even started kicking as the grip tightened. After a short 5 seconds, he was let go of and he fell onto his knees, coughing and gasping, trying to regain breath.
"You're so useless," The man snickered, and went to walk out. Moon knew there would be a bruise on his neck in the morning, he just knew it. What if he skipped out on school, no he couldn't do that. He would get beaten even more.
The sunshine was visible through his window, and of course bruises formed from the night before. Moon sat up from bed, dark circles under his eyes, contrasting to his pale skin. He was done. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, standing and walking out of his room swiftly, immediately going to the bathroom to avoid his step dad. Mission success, he thought to himself as he shut the door. He'd just wear the same clothes to school he was wearing now. A dark grey hoodie, black ripped jeans, and whatever shoes he'd find later. Note, he wears glasses. He ended up showering, getting ready, now he had to face the day at highschool. Where every jerk was. He knew he would be fine though. He always was, right? ...Right?

(Casimir's part coming soon)
(sorry its short!)