The One Boy

Chapter 1: How This Hell Began!

It all started when I was 5 years old when my parents wanted to move to Los Angeles in the United States of America, country where all religious beliefs are accepted, where anything can become viral, where you can be what you want and succeed, the country that does whatever it takes to be the number one in the whole world. Just imagine... from the United Kingdom to the United States, a great difference, even though the Queen is more important than the President of the U.S., they don't give a fuck, they just want to be the first.

Oh, sorry! My bad! My name's Alex, Alex Smith, 24 years old, always being fucked, yass... it's never missing... I'M FUCKED since I was born. My father Jerry Smith is been a fucking alcoholic man, always busy and tired so he can be a father, but willing to cheat on mom. My mother Sarah Smith, attentive, protective, lovely and strong, but mistreated by dad. My big brother Jake Smith, tired of my father's behavior, decided to stay in London but in touch with me and my mom.

I don't know why but every night dream about a kingdom, a palace surrounded by a river of blood, a place with no plants, but a ark being that chases me and tells me "One day, one eternity, one crown", that happens every single night and I can remember it like remembering the fact that I have horns. There are so many weird things that happen to me when nobody is near... I was afraid of darkness, but even more because it felt nice, it felt pleasing, it... it felt, like, satisfying; I learnt how to like it. I never knew why my friends pray to a different deity but maybe it's because they don't know what they're doing, but I can't tell them about the one I pray to, it is a very strict family rule, rather, it is a rule of our church, "Die Kirche der Dunkle", that in English is "The Church of Darkness", one of many secret churches hidden from people in every country, since they've been persecuted for centuries.

At school...

At school I was the laughingstock of everybody, being offended, mistreated, bullied, but getting the best scores in class. They called me gay, faggot, asshole, and more. Even though my parents behavior, they took care about me and did whatever to make the world shut the fuck up... well, my father behaved like a father after all...

I did well in Gymnastics, Literature, Science, History, except for Maths, I ALWAYS HATED IT... but well, then I also did well in Maths just cheating supernaturally, nobody never knew, nobody doesn't know yet. I started to look for the way with books and tutorials, but failed... so... I decided to pray to my deity... I said and ask for this:

"Oh father who art in the depths of hell, here I am in my dark room to ask you for wisdom and the ease of being better in Maths. I, oh dark father, ask for concentration... Hell is for me as I am for hell..."

Then I pricked my left hand thumb and dropped three drops of blood in front of me, right away, my windows opened furiously, the wind was blowing so hard and it was really cold... then I saw a guy with bull head and had snakes all around its body, it told me "One day, one eternity, one crown..."... I didn't understand well but I remembered those words from my dreams... what do they mean?