Attached By The Brain

Marz

I didn't always feel like this. I used to feel alone. Scared. Sad. Now, I have them. But why? Often a question we ask ourselves. Why was the universe so cruel to bring together 3 soulmates who can't be. Is it some little game to the world? Is our happiness not valued? I want to meet the loves of my life. I want to be with the people that I am meant to be with. The universe plays cruel jokes. And it appears me and my soulmates are the punchline of this one. Our slow progression to insanity makes the world laugh. I sob for nights on end and god cackles at my pain. The one way we could be together is a tough choice. Go through our stories from beginning to end and you, dear reader, decide what we do about the Universe's punishment.

I'm Marz, I'm 18. My home life has never been good. I was raised in poverty. My father quit his job when I was 9, meaning we had to live off of food stamps until he got another job. My mother was still in college. We had no way of being supported and soon, me and my mother would be forced to leave my father as he had mentally abused us both. I never truly recovered from that night we ran away. I'll always remember it. She woke me at 2 a.m. to tell me she was finally done with my father. She told me to gather my things and that soon, we would be safe. I haven't seen him since then. His face is but a distant memory now.

It was around 4 years later that I heard Clay. My slow journey to insanity was so close to finishing when he saved me. With a blade against my wrist I cried. I thought I would never truly be loved by anyone. I thought that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be good enough. But Clay, he saved me. Just at the right time. His kind voice and gentle words swept me off my feet instantly. He persuaded me to put down the blade and go sit on my bed so we could talk about it. I felt comfort like none other. I wasn't used to being loved like this.

A few weeks later, I met George. I was very very tired and I truly just couldn't bring myself to sleep though. I had been awake for hours. I heard soft singing. I knew it couldn't be Clay. The voice was much higher. So melodic. It put me into a trance. I soon fell asleep to the sound of the man who is called George's voice. So beautiful and quiet. Eventually we talked and I slept well for many nights after. I'm still living in a shitty apartment with my mom but at least I don't feel alone anymore. I have them.

A/n:
This is a self-insert story. My name is Marz and this is about me. If you don't like that, you may leave.

Also I'll update as much as I can!