Once there lived a boy like any other, there was nothing special about him, no particular talent to be proud of, nothing that set him above or apart from the rest. "Yes,as the author I do realize that this seems very negative to be the start of a story but it's HIS story just being told through my words".
Growing up he had one question in his mind, why was he on this earth, his bickering parents didn't seem to care much about him, he didn't have any siblings of his own or rather his parents couldn't bare to be with each other long enough for him to have a shot at having any sibling. Left alone with his thoughts he kept to himself mostly, not letting anyone see his tears, his sorrows and after a point the only feeling he ever felt was anger. Anger towards his parents, the world, anger towards himself for even being born, all bottled up tightly inside that young mind of his.
He saw his friends living together with both their parents while he had to choose to be with one at a time. How could anyone expect him to choose? Well, his dad made it easy for him, being an abusive drunk but living with his mother was no walk in the park either. At a young age she had to put up with a drunkard for a husband and his abuses along with his equally abusive family. The boy at times was at the forefront of receiving all the emotional turmoil that she was going through.
"Did either of them ever wonder what the boy was going through?, I wonder" The boy always felt that they never did. Else, he would have had a slightly better life he thought. Yet with all these going on at home and in his head he just had one goal in life, to be successful, and what according to him was successful you may ask. Well, that's the story, isn't it?
His life was with his friends did hurt him at times, not because he thought they were lucky but because he never knew why he couldn't live like that. Under the fear of being made fun of, he never told any of his friends about his family, learning to lie from a young age came to him through this. It's not easy for a kid to put up a facade that everything in life is going well for him while everything was in shambles but he was not an ordinary boy, he knew very well that if they found out the eyes of sympathy would be on him or even worse, they would make fun of him. What good will it ever do? Absolutely nothing he told himself. He kept to himself mostly, not wanting to grab any unwanted attention.
Usually a child's birthday would be a day of joy and happiness but for him it was just one of those days when a random stranger would show up in front of his door to take him to his "responsible father", simply because his father never knew where his moms new house was. His birthday would start by visiting temples but the best part would start after that, the nearest bar in the vicinity would be the best destination of the day where his father would get drunk and start to abuse his mom and her family. That was always the icing on the cake for him, oh what a joyful birthday. But he did take an important lessen from all this though, never to touch liquor
He even managed to find a girl from his class, she was pretty and in his eyes the most beautiful girl in the world. It's still no clear to him if his feelings towards her was simply a way to keep him distracted from his reality or true love. None the less, he did admire her, wanted a chance to talk to her, make up even the most ridiculous excuse tot talk or even be near her.
To be continued?
Growing up he had one question in his mind, why was he on this earth, his bickering parents didn't seem to care much about him, he didn't have any siblings of his own or rather his parents couldn't bare to be with each other long enough for him to have a shot at having any sibling. Left alone with his thoughts he kept to himself mostly, not letting anyone see his tears, his sorrows and after a point the only feeling he ever felt was anger. Anger towards his parents, the world, anger towards himself for even being born, all bottled up tightly inside that young mind of his.
He saw his friends living together with both their parents while he had to choose to be with one at a time. How could anyone expect him to choose? Well, his dad made it easy for him, being an abusive drunk but living with his mother was no walk in the park either. At a young age she had to put up with a drunkard for a husband and his abuses along with his equally abusive family. The boy at times was at the forefront of receiving all the emotional turmoil that she was going through.
"Did either of them ever wonder what the boy was going through?, I wonder" The boy always felt that they never did. Else, he would have had a slightly better life he thought. Yet with all these going on at home and in his head he just had one goal in life, to be successful, and what according to him was successful you may ask. Well, that's the story, isn't it?
His life was with his friends did hurt him at times, not because he thought they were lucky but because he never knew why he couldn't live like that. Under the fear of being made fun of, he never told any of his friends about his family, learning to lie from a young age came to him through this. It's not easy for a kid to put up a facade that everything in life is going well for him while everything was in shambles but he was not an ordinary boy, he knew very well that if they found out the eyes of sympathy would be on him or even worse, they would make fun of him. What good will it ever do? Absolutely nothing he told himself. He kept to himself mostly, not wanting to grab any unwanted attention.
Usually a child's birthday would be a day of joy and happiness but for him it was just one of those days when a random stranger would show up in front of his door to take him to his "responsible father", simply because his father never knew where his moms new house was. His birthday would start by visiting temples but the best part would start after that, the nearest bar in the vicinity would be the best destination of the day where his father would get drunk and start to abuse his mom and her family. That was always the icing on the cake for him, oh what a joyful birthday. But he did take an important lessen from all this though, never to touch liquor
He even managed to find a girl from his class, she was pretty and in his eyes the most beautiful girl in the world. It's still no clear to him if his feelings towards her was simply a way to keep him distracted from his reality or true love. None the less, he did admire her, wanted a chance to talk to her, make up even the most ridiculous excuse tot talk or even be near her.
To be continued?
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