Why Cry Covers his Face

My Story

Uh... Hey, my name is Ryan but as everyone knows me as Cry. Your the first person I'm actually telling my story to... I guess it's time I told someone. In the end I actually liked the name Cry so don't worry about that. Ok stop I will blathering lets begin

I was given away... after birth because I was a accident... My own parents not giving me a chance. I was given to a alcoholic father and a hooker mother. Depressing I know.

I mean they weren't that bad except for when my step dad was yelling at my mom while I was doing my homework, my father swore like no ones business so I guess I'm use to foul language. Some nights my dad would work the night shift, oh my dads a Janitor at my school. As I was saying sometimes my dad works night and so my mom would bring a random man into the house for the night, my father oblivious to this.

It was around the age of 10 I was fed up with my mom bringing men into the house, so I told my dad. I had been saving evidence for the past 3 years. When I showed it to my dad, he... Shrugged thinking I was looking at porn in my free time, not even talking a closer look. If I wouldn't get through my dad I tried to get to my mom.

My mother is a waitress at the bar down town, one night I walked downstairs and told my mom to stop. And you know what she did too me?! She took the bottle out of my dads hand while he was asleep and smashed it over the table and pointed the sharp end at my face. She told me to not tell her what to do, I told her it was wrong and she scratched me face. Leaving two marks one under each eye. I looked like a crying child, I ran away to clean up my face as it looks like my tears where made of blood.

While this is going on at home, school was equally terrible. I was usually silent so I had no friend and now I had to go to school with these scars. I went to school and people called me a demon. The teachers didn't even want to look at me, I began to cry and when ever I touched my face my wounds would open and I would look like I was crying blood. They decided to call me cry baby and the chaotic kid and soon it became Cryoatic.

It was one afternoon I was sitting alone when a piece of white cardboard was thrown at me. The kids all around me laughed. I took the paper and drew a emotionless face, It showed no emotion yet it hid so much. I broke my elastic band and attached it to the back putting some mildy see through paper over the eyes so I could see... The bullying grew less because they couldn't see my reaction, one afternoon my father died while drinking and driving and my mother was kidnapped so I was alone... At hone..

Honestly...
I...
I'm so much happier.

Finally free of hell...