Hurt

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"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it."

-Vincent Van Gogh

"Now show me where it hurts Light."

Light cocked his head to the side and stared at the doctor.

Where did Light hurt?

He hurt in his head, where he tried to think like the other people. It was so hard, so hard to try and be so average. It hurt Light to speak his age, but it hurt him more to see his sister so sad and dejected whenever he said that she simply wouldn't understand. He knew she yearned to be like him, to be as smart and as perfect as him, but she couldn't be. Light's mother would look at him and her eyes would plead;

"Just be normal, at least for your sister."

He hurt in his heart, where he tried to feel for others. It was difficult to sum up feelings for such thoughtless, blind people. They passed though life with out thinking and Light could not even find enough emotion within himself to care for them. It hurt him that he would be doomed to feel this lonely feeling inside, this feeling that no one felt as he did. The world didn't seem ready for such an extraordinary young child as Light and therefore ostracized him. His peers avoided him and it was only his looks that got him to not be teased. With each turn of the head, each slow scooting away from him when he opened his mouth to talk, he sank more and more into his lonely state of being. The world didn't want this genius 10 year old. The world wanted a normal child.

What if Light wasn't normal? What if he was anything but?

"Light, would you please tell me where it hurts."

Where did Light hurt? Maybe in his head. Maybe in his heart. Maybe in a small little part of Light that wished urgently for someone like him. Light didn't know. Light didn't want to know. All he knew was that he wasn't like the other children and the other children weren't like him. Where did he hurt truly? What sort of question was that? One that made him think so much, wondering about so much.

"Where does it hurt?"

Light bit his lip and pointed at his knee.

"It hurts right there. I bumped it when I was running after the ball during a game of soccer."

It couldn't hurt to lie again, could it?

the end of hurt

A.N. :) I liked writing that for some reason. It was fun to write from little Light's point of view. A good break from BB. He's starting to depress me. :( Yawn, I'm tired. Miss Doll needs her sleep.