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Life is like a mirror. It reflects everything and every person that passes in front of it but it can't reflect magic. Magical mirrors are myths passed through from generation to generation as it was being such a great sacred rumor to deal with.
Killua, a pale 17-year-old teenager, decided to have an experience with that same infamous myth as he thought it wouldn't heal his problem but he has nothing to lose so he can try. He was pale, like a plague. He has cerulean eyes, icy pupils that destroy any emotion and evaporates it as it has never existed. His thin figure was haunting as his white as snow hair was messy like snow splattering on the ground.
His pupils swerved upside down as he shrugged the trickling sensation of water pouring down his body. He hated the fact that he's an albino. He hated it so much enough to abuse his body because of it. Crimson water dripped off his fingers after it has mixed with his hot blood from dripping his soul out of his cuts. He wanted a change. He wanted a new body.
God created him, he just can't protest and yell at God that he wanted a new body. He should accept what he was born with...
Everyone was saying this to him as no one ever tried considering his feelings. All bullied and alone and sinking in the depths of darkness. He punched the wall next to the shower as he couldn't differentiate his tears from the droplets of water. How unfortunate can his life be? At least all the noise at the moment is the water dripping in darkness as he often showered without the lights on...
A sob escaped his lips as pain crawled beneath. Rest In Peace. These three words won't ever be written on his grave as he knew thoughts of yelling at God won't let him go to heaven. He extended his hand slowly and clenched his throat in an attempt to knock the air off his mouth as he couldn't. He just couldn't die. Life is a dick as Karma is a bitch. with his other hand, he closed the faucet of cold water as he let the boiling water redden his pale features. He sought for color.
After a solid minute of tainting his body with the color crimson, he gave up for the heat and closed the faucet wincing at his fried body. "Fuck you, bitch." Killua's lips sputtered intensely as he was thinking of life hard and got himself a headache in the morning. His morning routine just took so much of his time as he always went to school late. He always gets detention and sometimes he gets nearly suspended. Once he dried himself with his lavender towel, he decided to bandage his cuts as they were swollen from the heat of the shower. He got off the bathroom to be met by his grumpy roommate who looked at him with hungover eyes. "You still here?" His roommate spat as Killua ignored and went to the kitchen to grab a toast.
"Go wear something, Goddamnit. Do you think you're that sexy to walk here with only a waist towel? You're so horrible." His roommate spat as Killua chucked in his toast and looked angrily at him. "It's my dorm as much as it is for you. You don't like how I look like then go fuck a stray dog or something and leave the hell out of me alone." Killua spat back as they glared at each other for a long moment before Killua shrugs it off and goes to his room to put his clothes on.
He didn't even intend to make things that bad with his roommate but he's a racist and a manipulative piece of fuck as he couldn't deal with how much he reminds him of Illumi. His biggest brother. His horrible nightmare. His sorrows.
And his rapist.
Incest. It's one of the many, many, many horrible things a human being reached into. A Dad or a brother or even a mom that sexually abuse their own children or siblings are one to destroy and clean the world from. Killua felt disgusted every time he dreamt about that night. That night that let him be anorexic. His thoughts were taking him to the ultimate universe of damage as he slid his backpack unconsciously onto his shoulder after wearing his unorganized uniform and walking towards his bedroom door.
He was a sadist and a loner. He was mad at life and wanted a way to live differently as he couldn't just die when he knew that hell is waiting to shred his body to pieces before burning them with its flames. He sighed as he barely gave his glutton roommate a look before scrambling towards the door.
He closed it swiftly behind before going on a nice walk towards school. That walk was what is worth it in his life. It was very soothing and took his mind off things as he admired the birds and children as they were playing in the nearby park. He wondered how fair it is for children to play while he goes to jail by his feet.
As he passed by the park, there was a huge forest lying nearby to his right. He didn't give it attention before as he always ignored the bunch of scary thick trees but this time, a hum, a beautiful hum came from it that attracted Killua's thin feet towards it. He wondered who has such a soft and soothing voice.
He couldn't resist the temptation as he looked towards his main road and back towards the forest before shrugging his shoulder. "I'm late anyway." and scuttling towards it with a bit of confidence that there's nothing in there but a cute girl humming happily in his mind.
As his feet rushed him inside, it was so dark. Trees were high enough to block the sun rays as Killua felt that it can be a place that witches like to meet up in. His lips twitched nervously as he walked slower than his average pace. The hum stopped once Killua stomped into a thin branch and broke it.
"Uhh... Hello?" Echo of Killua's voice filled the forest as he flinched of how his pitch was so audible but what got him anxious is that there's no one answering. He decided to go back but once he whirled around, he knew that he was completely lost.