TBATE- Blood in my veins

The orphanage.

My name is Tobias, and I'm an orphan.

I don't know how old I am, I don't know my birthday.

The only thing I do know is that I'm hated.

The adults in the orphanage never did take care of me very well.

For them I was a burden.

I was left alone most of the time.

No one wanted to be with me.

They never came close to me.

They were afraid of me.

Always screaming things like 'monster' and 'demon' whenever I came close to them.

It was...lonely at first, but I soon grew used to it.

I always seemed more mature than the other kids who looked like they were my age.

When I realized that it was my eyes that scared those around me, I decided to see if there was anything else about me that is scary. I found a shiny surface in the area we called our bathroom.

In the reflection I saw those piercing lavender eyes with pupils like a cats. Wild black hair, and pale skin. Other than my eyes, everything else seemed almost... normal. It really was just my eyes they were scared of.

I never asked for this.

I never asked to be hated.

Well, I guess I can't do anything to change that.

Besides after so long of staying alone I've learned to like the peace and quiet.

I could also see a red ball inside my body, near my sternum.

What is that?

It's been there ever since I can remember.

My days go in a steady routine :  Getting up, washing myself, eating breakfast, sleeping, spending my time in the library, eating lunch, spending some more time in the library, sleeping, eating dinner and sleeping.

I get tired very easily, due to this I need to sleep a lot.

But when I'm awake I have this...feeling of something warm, something comforting enter my body.

Maybe that's why I get tired easily?

Anyways that is how I spend most of my days, without a single friend by my side.

Time flew by more and more, and I grew curious. The more I read the more I realized that my situation was wrong. A child should have these things called parents. These are people who raised you, and are the people who brought you into this world. 

In a lot of the stories I read, characters had these so called parents. Some were wonderful. Kind and caring mothers, the type of woman who would be worried over even the slightest of injuries. Brave and charismatic fathers who would spur the child on toward their dreams.

When I read those stories I felt lonely again. And I began to realize how much the adults hated me.

The adults, people who were bigger and older than the rest of us, would step in as parents towards the other kids. They weren't as good as the ones in stories, but they at least did something.

For me, whenever I was hurt, or upset, they looked at me like I deserved it.

But there were some stories that made me grateful I lived here. Parentless. Stories where the parents would hit their children. Stories where they entrapped their children. Stories where their children came to hate them. Stories where the child would rather be alone in the world... like me.

In the end. No matter how lonely I got. I would always have myself, and that's all I really need.

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Tobias : Was I really that edgy?

Darclauss : Honestly, you were worse.

Tobias : Hey!

???? : He does have a point.

Tobias : Not you too! Traitor...

???? : I'll be sure to compensate you personally, Toby

Tobias : S-Shut up! Damn vixen!

Darclauss : Enough of your flirting. It's creeping the readers out.

Tobias : Why would they be creeped out?

Darclauss : You are still 4 years old in their eyes. And you aren't even introduced yet.

???? : Touché

Darclauss : Anyways we'll be back next chapter, "First friend" on the 05/08/2021