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Abuse. It happens every day but what do we really do to stop this seemingly endless cycle? Kokichi ouma is a victim. A victim of heavy abuse from peers and most of all, his only family. His worthless good for nothing drunken abusive dad. Frightening ouma into making food for him because he was too bothered to get up off his ass to make something.
Ouma was left a lot of nights without dinner, his father getting angry at him for making food that he didn’t want or didn’t taste good to him. The only food ouma really ate was lunch, and even then that didn’t last long; getting beat up day after day behind school, going so far to the point where he would throw up from being kicked and toyed with by some of the assholes that their parents dare to call people.
On one stormy day, ouma had finally… cracked you could say. He planned to poison his father. After the way he treated his mother all the way up to her death from overworking herself. The neglect of his baby brother who was swiftly taken away by CPS and never seen again. There were charges pressed for neglect of an infant, but the case never went anywhere.
After cooking the food ouma got out a bottle of rat poison, hoping the amount would be enough to kill him quickly. But before he could even bring the plate over he was rammed into a nearby wall.
“You little shit! Trying to poison me with fucking rat poisoning eh? No wonder your shitty food always tastes bad! You’ve been out to get me since your whore of a mother left you, haven’t you?”
Ouma was never pleased when his father talked about his mom in such a fowl tone. Something inside telling him to fight back, it was a battle just to suppress the urge to hurt him while his windpipe was being crushed by his father's arm up against the wall.
“I mean i wouldn’t expect any better from you since *she* taught you everything she knew. And you still hold onto that checkered snot rag, what are you? Some sort of baby? Then again you’ve never proven to be anything like a man at all.”
Every second that passed just made ouma want to lose control more and more. That checkered scarf means the world to him. It’s the only thing he has left of his mother at this point.
The scumbag presses against his throat harshly
“Well?... Say something! DO IT!”
At this point in time, ouma had had enough. Kokichi ouma has snapped. With a shot of adrenaline ouma started to strangle his father, bringing him to the ground with a loud thud. All his father did was laugh at him and mock him for his lack of strength.
“Hahaha, that all you got princess? Why not make some tea while your at it?”
Ouma reels back and swiftly punches his father in the face. Again. And again. Before he knew it there were sirens outside of the apartment building. Great, one of the neighbors must have called the police...
Hearing a knock at the door telling him to open up for them his knee jerk response was to… well threaten his own life. He didn’t have the guts to deal with the cops. He just wanted to die. For everything to end.
He takes a knife and presses it up against his throat, once the police burst into the room there was already a tiny bleeding slit in his neck. But after some negotiation he puts the knife on the ground and lets whatever happens to him happen… things might actually get better for a change.
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