𝔻𝒆ᴀ𝐫ᗴˢ𝘵, ᒪⓄ︎𝗏𝖊𝚕𝕪

V - And Again

The low, distorted sound of a home phone being called blared and blinded any other noises that dared to compete against it, creating a powerful- yet sad atmosphere. He had just gotten out of the second hardest conversation he had ever had the misfortune of experiencing. He was supposed to visit the hospital again after his current foster parents had noticed something strange happening with him. He too knew that something was wrong. He did not want to approach those faults. Having come back from being left to die alone for days, he didn’t have the willpower to even attempt to navigate himself. He didn’t have the willpower to fix whatever was wrong with him. His foster parents always asked him if he was ‘okay’ and he always responded “yes, I’m fine”. After many attempts to see “what is wrong”, they ended up calling the doctors. They knew about his history and only took him in a week and a half after his recent run-in with the serial killer- who is still out in there somewhere. The thought about how the serial killer decided to simply throw him out instead of claiming his life made him angry. He disliked the fact that many others were offed by him, many other souls that had higher hopes than him. Maybe future teachers and leaders. Maybe lovely social workers that all had their parade ruined when he stepped in their path. Everything in the world started to cause negative reactions out of him. He didn’t know what was wrong with himself, he didn’t have anyone who he truly adored or admired, he lost his family, he is very unfortunate and he didn’t have anyone to correctly guide him. Sure, his foster parents both tried their best to one-hundred percent be there for him, but it didn’t feel right to him. He missed his parents. Even after four years of switching from foster home to foster home, the bad memories haunted him.
He didn’t have much to do.  He just read random books aimlessly during some of his free time. Other days, he’d lounge in the backyard and throw sticks over the iron fence and into the dark forest on the other side. At school, he’d spend his time labeling all individuals. He’d put the obnoxious ones in one category, the annoying, edgy ones in another, and so on. It’s not like he thought this was very healthy, judging others to distract his own problems. His empathy for others was very little, as he found others to be a complete waste of time. Over-dramatic, annoying…