Tarance

Tarance wake up

Please wake up

Hearing his mother's worried voice, Tarance finally started to wake up as he let out a tired groan. All he could hear was ringing, and the room was a mess of colors as me managed to force his eyes open. His head was pulsing, his throat felt raw, and his body burned with a searing pain in different places. Once his vision cleared, he was meet with his mother's dark voids staring right into his as tears continued to stream. All she could do was give a weak smile and clutch him tightly to her chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe as he let out a small yelp, causing her grip on him to loosen a bit. " I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.", It was the first thing out of her mouth as she wiped a stray tear off his face. He blinked a few times, before noticing that he couldn't really see out of his darker eye that well. Pushing away from his mother's embrace, he managed to push himself to his feet. He stumbled to the nearest bathroom, pushing his messy white hair out the way as he glanced into the mirror. His eye had become swollen as the skin around it began to darken, a visible red line left from where the belt had struck his face. He then glanced down at his legs, which had many painful welts from his father's doing, some on which were bleeding. In that moment he felt many emotions swirling trough him mind, not one of them positive in any way.

"I do not understand." He said as he closed his eyes, picturing his sad mother rocking Miles to sleep in her arms. He went to speak more, but his thoughts fell onto his newborn brother. All of his emotions soon fell into one single feeling, jealousy. He had jet black hair like both of their parents, unlike the bright white hair Tarance was born with. Both of his eyes were a lively bright green, not oddly colored like his brother's were. Their father always adored him, yet despised Tarance. He was the reason that Tarance got in trouble, because their father loved him. "Why does he have that I do not." He asked as he opened his eyes and stared at his battered face in the mirror. His eyes then widened as he gasped, his own reflection sending chills down his spine. His hands trembled once again, almost as if his father was staring at him once again, only it wasn't. Tears fell once more as he backed away and collapsed into a ball.

Why am I like this?

I can't stop crying.

Why am I so scared

Come on Tarance, get it together!

  STOP BEING SUCH A CRYBABY

But I am a crybaby