He was blind, that poor boy. At least that's what they would say. Everyone always pitied him because of this disease that now controlled his life.
He didn't want to be pitied. No, not him. He wanted everyone to banish and just let him be a person. Ever since he's been ten nobody let's him be free.
How could you live without being free?
But maybe that was it. He wasn't living, nothing he's been doing for the past six years of his life has been living. And goddammit he wanted to live.
There was only one problem, he didn't know how to.
How could he possibly know?
Was he being taught?
Was he being taught to live?
Or was he being taught to survive?
He chose surviving. Everyone was only teaching him to survive in a world where they thought he could not possibly live.
But he knew better than that. He knew what it was before his accident and he knew what it was going to be after.
This boy wanted to live and live he will.
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Stories To Tell
قصص عامةShort stories/poems I write here and there, hope you enjoy. I decided to give this a shot and do something with my time.
