Broken

Chapter 1

Timo ran down the street thinking about the decision he had made and what he would do pretty soon. He was on his way to meet his best friend, who had promised to help him to become stronger. That was the plan to make his body stronger. But he also wanted to satisfy his greatest addiction, because what he had done so far helped him for a maximum of one hour. He looked at his feet, smiled and thought,"I'm sure you'll look even better later." 

His grin was even wider, sometimes he ran on tiptoe and sometimes he jumped like a joyfully excited child. 

He was almost the smallest in his class and in his circle of friends there was only one boy who was as tall as he was. However, Maxi was a bit chubby to Timo, but his doctor confirmed some time ago that this was not very bad, because he would grow a lot. Timo, however, did not know if he would grow any more, but he liked his size, so he could at least buy new clothes in the children's department, this was only half the price of the same clothes for tall people of his age. 

He was 16 years old last week and so he had been free to move out of the home where he lived since the accident, if he could show a stable place. He was grateful that his best friend had offered him that he could live with him in the house his father and mother had bought him, as they were busy entrepreneurs of a global corporation. Timo still had to get used to the thought that he was not only on his way to his best friend, but also on his way home. He slowed down his steps and stroked through his black hair, he had previously been at the hairdresser's to get his typical haircut. The sides shaved briefly to just 2 millimetres and, as so often, he had only had his hair cut to the tips. The hair was a good 10 centimetres long and if he didn't wear a base-cap like he did at the moment, they fell into his face. He thought it was cool and his best friend Luca, whose real name was Lucas and who was a year older than him, always said he would look smart and sexy with this haircut. Timo often passed as Lucas' little brother when you went to amusement parks or other activities. This was no less due to the fact that he reached Luca just 1.63 metres to the chest with his chest.Today he wore a long black T-shirt, his washed out baggy pants and his grey-blue sneakers. He didn't have too much clothes, because his parents had written in their will that he was allowed to go to his family fortune at the earliest at the age of 18 years and that he would only get 50 Euro pocket money per month in advance. But he was satisfied with it and that was the most important thing for him.He had made a conscious decision in favour of the skater clothes, because he was sure that this would be the best explanation for his present plan, and the small skater ramp in his friend's garden should also help.

  Meanwhile, he had arrived at the entrance door to the house, he unlocked the door.....