I feel like fighting.

Fighting? Seems more like running to me…

The teenage boy reclined back in his desk chair looking out the window. He held up his callused and cut hands to his face, examining every crevice. The boy with the unusual colored hair was notorious for his desire to fight and be strong.

I just…this familiar feeling washes over me and I just need to fight. I want to fuckin fight.

You don't really want to fight.

Yeah? You think so?

You're running from everything you are afraid of.

Oh really? And what exactly is that?

The young man pushed himself up from the desk and walked over to the closet.

Well, for instance right now, you're running.

I'm just…getting ready…

He opened the closet door and scooted inside, crawling into a corner and hugging his knees.

…he's almost ready…to come for me….

Tell someone. You can't do this anymore.

I'd rather take the abuse.

He hugged his knees even harder at the sound of his door knob rattling. "ICHIGO! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"

His eyes were shut tight as rocked himself.

"I AM GOING TO BREAK THIS FUCKIN DOOR DOWN!"

"He'll go away…" he whispered to himself.

BOOM

The closet door was snatched back, the man standing in the threshold fuming with rage and reeking of alcohol.

"Ichigo." He ground his teeth, "Get the fuck up. BE A FUCKING MAN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT."

He doesn't mean it…he's drunk….

This is going to kill you eventually.

"Dad…please…"

His father gripped Ichigo's shirt and pulled him up.

"You fucking pussy."
He spit on him and threw him on the wooden floor. Ichigo soon became to human punching bag, fists flying as he attempted to protect his face.

Oh no…I am definitely going to have marks on my face tomorrow…maybe even a broken nose. What am I supposed to tell people at school?

Uhm, I don't know…the TRUTH. Get fuckin help!

After about an hour of getting his organs rearranged Isshin left his son limp on the floor.

It'll get better…it'll get better…

No, Ichigo, it won't. And so the silence continues and so the abuse will too.

The boy with the unusual colored hair clawed his way to his bed and strangled the pillow.

It will continue…

He screamed into the pillow as the constant stream of tears leaking from his eyes stained the pillow.

It will continue…until it kills me.

And are you scared?

I've never been more scared in my life.

Author's Note: Just a SUPER short one shot about Ichi. Kinda sad….hmm…didn't really intend on that at first but well…that's the writing process for you! Pleaseeee review, I haven't ever written something like this so I would love constructive criticism. Thanks!