Among the Stars

Chapter One

a boy sits alone
his hair done up
his body painted with
hues of blue and purple
his arms scared and mangled
a fragile girl
lost to time
a mom six below
a father hungover and wasted
the boy cries and screams
yet silence never broke
quiet my child things will be okay

I sigh deeply. Could this shit get any worse? I got what little mom left for me at least but it's just some old book. Kids have already made me a laughing stock and not even a month in ive been made into the school's bitch. Also where the fuck is this fucking apartment building it's been an hour and it's still no where to be seen.

Seems our protagonist is having not the best day but that's fine things will be better hopefully. Well let's just get to him in the apartment building.

Finally I stand in the lobby looking just defeated. All i have to do is walk up to the desk, get the keys, and go to your apartment it'll be fine. I walk up to the desk and the lady behind it smiles "Hey sweetie can I help you". I stare at her like a deer in the headlights panicking " yes ma'am I need my apartment cause this is the building with apartments is it not". I smile uncomfortably and mentally face palm of course you'd mess up the simplest thing that was a dumpster fire. "What might be your name sir?" she smiles and I take a deep breath. "It's Atlas Blackwood ma'am" I croak out while fidgeting with my sleeves. I hear the jingle of keys and she hands them to me "your apartment is on the third floor number 327 make sure rent is on time". I nod and hurry to the stairs and run up to my room qnd fumble with my keys to open the door.

I make it inside and quickly shut the door and slide down it my breathing rapid and inconsistent. I never want to do that again and I mean never again. I take a shaky breath and try to calm my anxiety and look around at the lazily stacked boxes. I need to unpack at least what's needed. I pull myself up and walk over to the boxes and begin to unpack some.

I look at the boxes and what I've gotten unpacked and sigh defeated and grab a blanket. I go and curl up on the couch and bary my head in my knees everything is just to much lately. I just can't function, I'm broken and can't work I can't do anything right. I hold my knees tighter and start crying. It's my fault she's gone it's my fault I want to think I'm a guy. What's wrong with me? Why am I like this? Why can't I be perfect like my brother and be what my parents wanted.