The lost Boy

Prologue

His own time and world to begin with,a journey away from his home, away from all that shit that is going on..... something about him was different,was it his eyes? Was it his nose? Was it something in his physical appearance? The answer was No in anyway.. He was different in his own way, his imagination was his own reality. Amid the world he was different!
Everyday of his life was a challenge of its own, he had two choices "live your imagination" or "realize that it's just your imagination." What did he choose?
He chose to live his imagination and away from his family!
Eric will choose his own way away and no one could stop him.. this was Eric's world!.
"Wake up! You no good slob!" Says a woman slapping him with a book. "Mom....it's a Sunday" he replies. "I don't care! A young child should be working not procrastinating! Wake up or else I would have to bring out my spatula!" She says screaming at his face. He quickly jumps out the bed looking in here eyes and heads to the washroom when she pulls him by his hair "ouch!" He cries "who is going to make your bed!?" She says grabbing his collar now and taking him to the kitchen "I'm sorry-" he says crying out loud. She grasps a spatula before he could even finish his sentence. "This is what you get!" She spanks him as hard as she can to show who's the boss. His eyes filled with tears and fighting strong to not give up.. he couldn't win, he had to give up to make his "mother" get a load of pride. She throws the spatula and pushes the young boy to his room "no breakfast for you!" He doesn't respond trying to keep peace in the house. He moves on to the bed and starts folding the blanket. "Bitch!" He screams (but inside his head). He then heads out the house and walks around the block to take in fresh air to sooth his lungs. "Eric!" A sweet voice calls out, he turns around to find "carol!" His best friend, the only one who understood him. The world is full of people everywhere, and of course they are real right!? No! Not everyone is, even though they are real people most are going to be fake and hurt your life! And keep reminding you of everything you don't want to remember or what you don't want.... but most often there are going to be a few real ones amid the fakes and those real ones are going to mean everything to you, In Eric's case, it was carol. Carol and Eric met at a carnival back when they were just 10. Ever since then she has always been with her. Well it's life right? When life is going bad at least one hint of good should hit you. "Hey!" She says walking towards him, "Hi!" He replies seconds after she is already near him. "You ok?" "What do you mean?....of course I am" he answers losing eye contact. "Come on dude! You know I can guess when you're not ok" "well..." he stutters. "Eric!" "Fine! Bitch hit me again." He screams, she stays silent for awhile when she grabs his hand and says "come with me!" "Where!?" She shushes him and pulls his hand. A few mins of walking later they reach a building "this building has been abandoned for almost a year now, why are we here?" He exclaims. "Just come!" She answers. They climb up the building and reach the terrace, they then jump up on a block of steel and settle down. "What are we doing here?" He scowls. "Look at the view! Smell the air! This is our place dummy!" "I know that this is our place but I don't know how it's helping me?" "It's called relieving stress, close your eyes!" "What!?" "Just close them!" She says using her thumbs to close his eyelids. He lets go of his eyes and takes a deep exhale. "It's amazing!" He sighs.
"I told you! It's nice" she says smiling, he takes a look at her and says "thank you!"
"No prob" she smiles again. They look at each other and laugh, they laugh their hearts out.
It was a moment.

A beautiful moment.