Boy HATER

The Winter of 1915

Trigger warning= EVERYTHING 

The son of a father; to a mother of love and beauty.

All forms of love, can erupt to being a handful- Its how you handle it; is what matters.

ONCE UPON A TIME...  There lived a young girl who lived in a small village east of some mountain range, the girls mother warned there being an awful man who picked up children for work; Filled with curiosity, the girl ran in the forest to see if she can save these children, who have been abandoned from their families.  

The Young Girl never found any children- only, she saw a bunch of cats circling a wooden cottage in the middle of where the trees break away for the sun to shine through, boulders placed in spots between trees;  A young looking women sat on a rocking chair braiding a young boys long red hair- Fascinated the girl inched her way to the opening only for everything to get blurry and, the ground swallowing her whole.  When the girl woke, a old women smiled at her speaking with no words coming out of her mouth, 

'Where am I' 'How can I escape' "Am I in danger?"  The women smiled down at her "No need to be frighten my child, you are only but a pawn to be used, but you need to work hard to earn your award, for you have trespassed on my property- We need to get rid of that curiosity of yours, to think you would believe you could be a hero only to end up needing to be saved.  I feel sorry for you."  The women wrapped a towel over the girls face and the girl soon flew away.

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For all my life, I had memories of a palace, and a women staring at me with bright light shining behind her.  I wondered what could this be- then I remember it means nothing if I have no conclusion as to what was going on, My mother had given me a white blanket, and to this day it has not gotten dirty and has stayed a bright snowy white.   Both my parents had always said I was a prince since my facial features shown both beautiful and handsome harmonization, and I would always get complimented by this.  

When I was three, I got kidnapped, and my parents were freaking out the whole time- a women had stolen me and a bunch of men in black suits put me in a circus to be admired or be put in an underground play, they profited on this for a year maybe two but I was magically freed I couldn't this caused me to have what is now known as social anxiety, making me aware of people looking at me and the comfort was gone when having to leave the house, I also got scared of adults who showed kindness.  The kidnappers never harmed me, they just wanted to use a kid for money- They were never caught. 

At early noon, my mom went to the bakery to grab bread and pastries for dinner, I stayed put next to my mother hanging onto her skirt as she grabbed what she needed, that was when I saw  it, the black cat walking around everyone's feet with brightly purple eyes.   I was curious of this cat, I never saw a cat with purple eyes before, should I follow?  Or should I leave it alone? A part of me wanted to not bother the cat, for the one reason that the nanny next door had said to me "Black cats bring bad luck, so don't follow that thing."  She was so full of spit for those types of cats.  Mom waited at the counter waiting for the man to give her the bread she wanted cut.

"Mom.  Can I wait outside it is getting stuffy in here." I whined 

"Okay just as long as you stay right there where I can see you."  She demanded.  Crouching  and poking at an ant in formation with other ants, I saw in the corner of my eye a cat walking around minding it's own business,  thinking about how long my mom has been in the store I walked over to the cat, stopped and turned around only for my mother to be watching I waved and pointed at the rest of the kids playing around in the street.   My moms eyes became worry but soon nodded and continued to chat with the other women in the store.