Noxans dad heared a scream filling the are with tension,he stood up and walked to Noxas room.Noxans das had 4 operation on his intervertebral disc , they broke and were permanently damaged.He forgot his back and blended out the pain,he didn't but his worry about his finance did.
He entered the room, seeing his finance pushing away Noxan.He was puzzled, noxan didn't scream or cry.Noxans face remaind relaxed, empty but still drowning.
"WHAT HAPPENED"
He asked,her wife answering
"THIS LITTLE BRAT HAS NO EMPATHY FOR YOU AND OUR SWEET LITTLE DARLING!"
His anger rose,not because of his anger problems,they came purely from his heart.His faca got red,his teeth clutching,walking slow but heavy steps.
He stand Infront of Noxan and demanded
"Say sorry,NOW!"
Noxan sat in silence knowing what's gonna happen.
His dads hand rose behind his back, rocketing into his right cheek, leaving a red mark of his hand.Every vine of his dad was visible,his skin ripped a little letting out blood.
Noxan said
"Does the blood remember you of your scars"
Noxans dads rose bis hand agian,and agian.He wanted to teach him a lesson,but he couldn't.Noxan was abused everyday nobody cared of him so his parents used him as an ashtray,his skin burning physically and meantelly.He accept his fade in a negative way, seeing it positively,he got punished for all his mistakes,for being gay without his parents knowing,that was for him fair enough.His parents also used him as an anger release not just them but everyone he could imagen.His parents,his two siblings,his classmates.
He hold scars nobody could see,not because they weren't visible,the were,his whole body was covered in burning hand Marks,but because they had a reason,a story everyone accepted.It like humans we see the outcome but ignore the price with hate and jealousy.
His mom slimed,she filled with satisfaction seeing him suffer, being "useful" without needing attention.
His family was cursed,cursed with brutality.Noxan couldn't escape his fire yet,he needed to finish school and move out.
In school it wasn't really that different,he went with fuel and came out with fire all over his body and soul, burning from deep inside.He had blue marks placed like a painting,drawn to make people fear.His classmates were brutal in a way he couldn't see.They manipulation him to hit himself or to burn himself,the manipulated him to actions his soul never imagined, they gave him glasses that weren't just blinding but changing, even if one day the glasses fall the lenses stay.