Part 6
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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I had been worried that when I'd returned home through my window that the yelling wouldn't have ceased, but it was unbelievably silent. Almost too silent. I carefully pushed the clasp in and opened my window doors, slipping into my room. It was dark.

Hoping for this peace to last I snuck into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I wished for the morning to come soon and be kind.

I was not given that.

Screaming and the sound of crying awoke me.

Before my father headed off to his job at the factory he found it preferable to accuse my mother plenty before going out the door. Practically a regular send off.

I found myself kneeling next to my mother. Her tears were mixed with mumblings of hatred and regret for marrying such a man and having a child with him. Upon the latter, she looked at me and burst into further hysteria. She clung to me and said she didn't mean it, that I was the most precious gift life has given her. I felt an awful, bitter taste enter my mouth.

Was this even worth it?

Was another day here even possible?

I considered Takahiro's words while ignoring my mother's cries. He had traveled the world, and offered his hand to me in earnest...I had been planning to leave anyway, so shouldn't I take this opportunity?

Glancing down to my mother I wiped her tears and helped her up. Hobbling to her room she uttered not another word to me as her head hung low. The urge to vomit almost overcame me as I thought about what she had said during her breakdown.