Name of Character - Theo (He/Him and Gay)
Age - 16
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Theo POV
You know there's been a question on my mind as of recently, why does my sister get all the attention? Like she doesn't have to do anything, and she gets so much attention, but I fight with everyone I come across! Like just because she almost died at the age of twelve, doesn't mean she needs everyones everyones love! The accident was four years ago, I didn't even mean to almost kill her, but everyone thinks I'm not importent because 'If you can accidently kill someone, then you can defend yourself' if people paid attention to me they would see that there's a part of me that's appealingy sweet! If I can't get people to just listen to me, I'll make them listen to me... I grab the sword out from my parents room, and go to the living room. I start swallowing all three of them, I run up to my parents and say "Mom and Dad" they didn't even spare me a glance, "I swallowed three swords!" I yelled, dad looked at me and yelled "What!?" finally! He paid attention to me, "Do you know how much money those cost!? $300, each!" how can he not care that his son just swallowed three swords, well he cares just not the kind of care I wanted. The next morning I decide to juggle knifes infront of my parents, "Look, see, isn't it interesting? No, you're not even listening..." I leave going to my room, I continue to juggle my knifes "What can I do to make you list- OW!" I look down, I don't have three of my fingers! This will get their attention! I run downstairs, and show them "Why are you using our red paint ,Theo?" Just red paint? This ain't pretend! I run back to my room, this time I'm crying, but not from my physical pain, but from my mental pain. I'm sixteen, but my parents don't pay attention to me, nobody does! I've had enough... I walk up to my closed window, and I open it. No one cares about me, there's no point of living anymore. I jump out of my window. My eyes fludder open, and I see my family at a funeral. For me. It's my funeral. Everyone was crying and saying how much they loved me, but we all know that is a lie, they never loved me. I know, and they know. It's to late to start caring about me now. A few weeks later, I finally find where they put my grave. A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. All this could have been avoided, all I wanted was to talk...
You might be wondering why 'Theo' had so much info about him, right? Well in each of the volumes I'll be making the entire book about them, so Theo is who I'm making this book about!
