Once there was a glee good boy who had everything he ever wanted a complete family with normal days and a normal life. Until one day his father decided to fuck everything up leaving them without any fucking clue as to where,what,why he did it.
The boy tried to find his father with her mother helping her to move on in the process, but the boy was stuck in time he was in a permanent loop of asking why.
Then came the days we call everyday life for him it was hard and he was trying his best, then one day his drunkard uncle beat him down to a pulp and his face cannot be recognizable that day and he wonders why even though he should be supporting him since he lost his dad.
His days become more and more horrid life became tiring. Breathing became hard, going with family became hard, he was alone in a dark place. He tried for 9 years without any fruitition.
As this is the boy’s final year. He yearns for something. He wants to leave this place. He wants to go somewhere beyond this plane. He found his answer in sleeping pills and now counting his own expiry date.
10/24/17 he marked it as his final day.
Now he is wondering at this site looking for something he really couldn’t find. He wishes there was something but there wasn’t. He tried his best enough and i think the story has come to a conclusion.
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Hello, 2 questions I’d like to ask:
Initially I wanted to write about traumas you’ve experienced but I know firsthand it’s a waste of time (can’t change past + sometimes impossible to accept other than to block them out).
1. If your conclusion/ending was forced to be a beginning (new story),
how would you write it, at this very moment?
(Can be an unrealistic fantasy story if you want,
I’m just curious of what you would want the new story to be?)
2. Why did you pick Oct. 24th death date?