Realistic

  Chapter-1

What would you imagine it’s like to live a life where you are unseen by the world unless they wished to harm you mentally, Physically, Emotionally? What if you lived not knowing what you did wrong, what you are?   Could you deal with the pain of seeing your parents die before your eyes?  Or maybe able to feel the pain of others?

Four years I’d lived this morbid hell. There wasn’t much more to say than that Life was on repeat for me, The same routine Get up, go to school, go to work, Go home, make dinner, sit through uncle ranting and beatings and start all over again. Today was no different. I got up and took a shower. When I got out I Threw on a pair on black jeans and so random T-shirt jogging down the stairs, I sneaked past my uncle’s sleeping figure and slipped out the door and began walking to school.  In all these years there were a few things that I am still puzzled over.

Adamon was one. His name in its self pissed me off. As do why is because in school I’m a loner I stick to myself. One day this overly protective, cheery, and slight big headed kid finds it funny to come up and annoy me while I’m reading. (So I know you’re like what’s the big deal) Well the big deal is it’s one of the most popular kids in school. I’d figured he was just there to make fun of me like many others had. I tried so hard to push him away but his persistence and how kind he was to me, now madder how cruel and crude I had been to him. Soon had me falling for the overly tall, baby faced, golden eyed 16 year old boy. I told him everything, the only one I ever told such things to.

Then, just when everything seemed fine, I overheard a conversation between him and his friend.  So consumed in my thoughts I just realized I arrived at school I could see Adamon out of the corner of my eye, rushing toward me. I ran I didn’t want to see him right now. I walk to class like normal, completely unnoticed that it until I ran into something, I looked up to see Tyrec and quickly ran past him. Although he almost sure he was not the person Adamon was talking to I couldn’t see him now, He would know something was up. He’s like a brother to me. Finally making it to first period: math. I was thankful it was math because that my best subject and comes easily for me and right now I don’t think I could pay attention. I scrunched up my face remembering the conversation I’d over heard…

*Flashback*

I was running from the school bully looking for a place to hide. There was woods all around the school I ran into them and when I realized they weren’t going to find me I caught my breath and began walking through the woods. I heard a noise it sounded like hushed voices… I furred my eyebrows why would someone be in the woods whispering I hind quickly covering my sent in the trees and other animal’s scents to in case there were ‘Inhuman’ as you could say. Getting a little closer so I could hear clearly what heard was. “Have you made friends with Americe yet?” Said a voice that sound familiar but I couldn’t place it. “Yes she has trusted me with everything.” Replied a voice I recognized it was Adamon. “Really? Can you tell me a secret of her’s?” The other asked. “No but this message it to go straight to the king you understand?” He stated. “Yes now what is it?” said the unknown voice. “She is being abused…” Adamon said softly. The other growled the same time I gasped. Adamon’s head snapped up looking at me, I turned and ran. Not wanting to hear his excuses. He never liked me, never was really my friend. It was a job to get info.

The rest of school past like this, replaying the scene over and over puzzled. As I was leaving Adamon ran to me and I rushed to work avoiding him. I worked at a small coffee shop and café it was a nice place. The people that worked here all nice and the customers were always happy it was the kind of place you would you when you were down or just wanted to hang out. My shift ended around 7 and I was on my way home to make dinner before uncle got home. I My famous fish pod and Uncle came through the door as I set down the dishes down and squeezed fresh lemons over them. “Hey uncle Richard!” I called as he walked through the kitchen. “Hey kido how was school?” He asked. “Yeah know same as always.” I said not wanting to trouble him. “Well that’s good.” He smiled. The rest of dinner was spent in silence except for the music from the radio in the kitchen as we ate or food. Once we were done I did the dishes, heading up to my room for the night.