I got home a little later than I would've liked to. I did have school the next morning. I slipped inside my apartment, but regretted it almost immediately. As soon as the door was closed, I felt a hand on my shoulder. And was spun around and pushed against the door.

The light was turned on, and I was horrified to see my father standing right in front of me, with a scowl plastered on his face. Looks like I won't be going to school tomorrow after all.

"And just where the fuck were you?"

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I am in too much shock to respond to his question. He grabs my other shoulder and slams me against the door twice, hoping to elicit a response.

"I was out helping a friend. I tried to get home as fast as possible" I replied, my voice sounding whiney.

"Bullshit! You don't have friends. Who would want to be friends with a piece of trash like you!?" He barks, his spit flying in my face.

"You never learn, do you? Looks like we'll need to teach you again" another voice added with an all too familiar tone.

My mother rounds the corner from the kitchen and my knees start to quiver. My father, though he doesn't know it, is the only thing keeping me from falling to a heap on the ground.

"Oh Prompto. Did you really think we would believe that you had friends? Everyone knows what you are. It's not like you're very discreet about it." My mother continues, advancing toward me.

I close my eyes to stop the tears of fear. I suddenly feel pain shoot throughout my entire body, making me open my eyes and gasp. I try to bend over and ease the pain, but my father is still holding on to me. I look to see what happened and see my mothers knee backing away from my stomach.

I feel my dad's hands let go of me, and I crumple to the ground, gasping for breath. I didn't stay there for long because I soon searing pain all over my body. Their feet were making contact with almost every inch of my body they could. My mom must have thought kicking wasn't enough because I soon felt her use her heel to kick, intensifying the pain.

"Please.... Please stop" I sob.

"Fine, I'm done here. Sweetheart, do what you want to. I am going to grab a drink"

I freeze and my mind goes blank. No, please no. Six I don't usually ask you for much, please answer my request. I don't want to do that again. Please, six, don't let it happen again.

I try to crawl away, but I get a kick to my head, that makes my vision go hazy. The world starts to spin, and I can't seem to refocus my eyes. I just close them and continue to try and crawl away. I feel a hand on my wrist, that soon is pinned against my back, immobilizing me.

"Where ya goin, huh? You know you want this"

The scent of whiskey made my nostrals burn, and my eyes water. I try to wriggle free from my father's grasp, but I hear a pop, and I'm too busy screaming in agony to move.

"That's your fault. If you had just accepted this, your arm would be fine" he hissed, breath now right on my ear.

I wanted to believe this wasn't happening. Sure, I knew they didn't like me. I knew from the moment I could understand what the words "abomimation" and "disgrace" meant. But even still, I had done nothing wrong and tried so hard to be the perfect child.

I hear the sound of metal scraping against the hard wood next to me. I cast my eyes toward the sound to see my father has pulled out a butterfly knife. I don't get a moment to think or prepare before the knife is brought to my arm and slices a clean line from my elbow to my wrist.

I cry out in pain, my vision develops white spots. That doesn't stop my father. He continues to make smaller incisions on the other side of my arm.

"I should've never agreed to look after a Niff! You're worthless and a waste of space. Go and clean yourself up" he spat, standing up.

As I went to stand, I feel all the air leave me as a sharp pain ahoots through my stomach. I collapse back on the floor, coughing, trying to get some air back in my system. I look up to see my father has his boot extended, smirking at my now crumpled form.

I just watched as he left, leaving me to clean up the evidence. My head still hurt like crazy, and it's gonna be a while before my arms heal fully. The only thing running through my head was that Noctis can't know about this.

If Noctis knew, I would never be able to look him in the eyes again. He has enough to worry about without me adding my problems. He is the best thing in my life, so I have to keep up my happy persona, I just have to.

I made my way to the bathroom, and thanked Shiva that my father is too incompitent to do anything other than slighty cut my arm. I quick bandage job should take care of my  arm, but my head is still pounding.

I could barely grip the bandages in my hand, let alone apply them. My hands were so shaky, that I had to rewrap most of my wounds about three times before deciding it would do and moving on. I looked into the mirror and just sighed at myself. I really am not worth the prince's time.

As I made my way to my bedroom, I silently crept through the apartment, trying not to alert anyone of my position. Once in my room, I closed my door and locked it. I fell on my bed and felt tears begin to fall. No matter how hard I tried to stop them, they just kept going. I curled up into a ball and eventually cried myself to sleep.