So first of all. This is cringe. Second. English ain't my first language.
Something i always think about is a childhood friend MICHAEL KAISER had who moved away. I'm a daydreamer so i keep coming up with this story in my head so ima write it.
consider this pt:1 ig..? Ima write it from Kaiser's pov.
Uh. I've seen most creators do this so. Warnings? Words like piece of shit, curses, child abuse etc.
"Be quick and don't get caught." Is what my father said to me before he left me at this store to steal things. I'm barefooted, wearing this dirty T shirt I've been wearing for a week. I look at the goods in the store. Then i try to remember what my father asked to bring home. Okay bread... Butter... Some of his drinks... Uh. I can't help but look around, look around and see little kids who are here with their parents. They're asking about something, maybe it's a snack, or a toy. They're asking their parents to get them some and their parents pat their heads snd add that item to the cart. Wow. While this may be normal for some people... For me it feels like something i can't even dream of.. Even in my dreams that man is choking me, or beating me, or calling me a piece of trash, worthless. I was lost in thoughts when a girl, around my age approached me. "Hey! I'm new here! Those are my parents." She says as she points into the direction of her parents. "You looked sad, maybe we can be friends." She says, looking at me with those hopeful eyes. Friend? Don't think I've heard that word before... Don't even know what that means. Anyway, i gotta go. If I'm late my father would give me new bruises. I leave without even giving her an answer. I don't really think about her that much, all I'm worried about is that it's getting late and father would be angry.
"WHERE IS THE MILK? YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HOW CAN YOU FORGET THE DAMN MILK!? HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO TAKE A DUMP WITHOUT MILK!? FORGET IT AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!" My father yelled as he kicked my face so hard i could have sworn my jaw felt like it broke into millions of pieces. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and shaked my till me teeth rattled. I feel like life is being sucked out from my body. I'm numb. All i can do i look stare at the ceiling and wait for it to be over.
I'm in my room, crying. Tears never stop running down my cheeks. I look for the medicine that i stole once that would stop the pain and that cream i once stole which i apply on my bruises so they would heal. Ah where are they. I look for them with Shaky hands. Oh here they are- ah- they're finished. I cry but keep a hand over my mouth so my voice wouldn't reach down stairs. I don't know when i fell asleep while crying. I just wish i was never born into this world, it has given me nothing.
Early in the morning, even before my dad wakes up, i leave the house for some... Peace? Well my wounds are still fresh and i feel pain in every joint of my body but I'm used to it. At least i don't have to worry about stealing for now. I sit on a swing when i heard a familiar voice "OH MY GOD YOU'RE THAT BOY FROM YESTERDAY!" it's that girl. She's on the swing right beside me and I didn't even notice her at first. I stare at her. "What do you wan-" She cuts me off and doesn't even let me finish the sentence "Oh God! Are you okay? Where did you get these bruises from? Oh God! Should I call the police? Let me check!" She sounds genuinely worried. This is so... Confusing to me. Why is she worried? No one has ever worried about me before... What's her deal? Does she want me to steal things for her as well? I move away from her so she doesn't touch my bruises. "Go away." I say, she's bothering me. She looks at me, confused. I think she's wondering why would i not want to get my bruises checked. I do want to get them checked. God it hurts everywhere. But.. I don't know.. Anyone who tries to show me affection or care even a little bit. Even if it's an elderly woman walking on street or a random ice cream seller, i feel weird. It's not like i don't want affection...it's just... The idea feels weird because it'sforeign. Well... Her facial expression says that the message is clear. She would leave me alone. "Here, take this." She says as she puts a some bandages in my hand and leaves. Oh i know how to apply them, i once stole them from a guy who was leaving the hospital. Well... Whatever works to keep the pain in check.
(Ima write part 2 when i feel like it. Bye.)