This New World Sucks

Chapter 1

This sucks... since you're new I'll catch you up to speed, My birth caused my mother to die and my father blamed me and our relationship was built on verbal abuse. Thankfully he never struck me, people say I looked like my mother and that's why he never tried but I think it was cause he was a police commissioner and that it would cost him his well paid position if anyone found out he beat his son to make himself feel better cause after, no bruises means no proof. Even when he came home drunk and threw bottles at me it would never hit me since he could barely walk while intoxicated much less throw anything with accuracy. When anyone caught him talking down to me he'd play it off as a joke between guys, even in a joking context words can cut deeper than a knife to the chest. My life was a living hell with my shy nature making me always turn silent and just sit and take the abuse till whoever was responsible had their fun and left to go about their business. My school life wasn't much better, one of the few things i was actually good at was putting on a façade to hide my sadness and hatred of the world, always wearing something with long sleeve to hide the razor blade cuts on my wrists and forearms i must have over a hundred small scars on each arm by now but I had stopped keeping track after the tenth cut. Even the greatest actor breaks character and I'd get a glance of some good doer thinking only a few words can change someone's outlook on life but that's total crap if you ask me, treating symptoms won't fix what's causing them if anything it will prolong the suffering. I've gotten a few charming words from attractive girls like "go kill yourself" and "why do i have to get stuck with him" during group assignments, you know the best classics. I never got any help with my problem or a hand to hold as I broke down crying silently in my bedroom. The thought of suicide was always present in my mind I've often thought of throwing myself down the stairs at home after all they were steep with a corner before the bottom, or walking into heavy traffic at the crosswalk I had to cross before I got to school but I was terrified I'd survive and just suffer physically as well as mentally. A thankful turn of fate was that I didn't have to choose my own death. On my way home from school a convenience store was being robbed and as the thieves were making their escape I was pushed into the street and was struck by an oncoming moving truck. The last thing I could recall was the smell of rain and the sound of a distant ambulance siren.

"Open your eyes my child and gaze upon true divinity"

Spoke a warm and gentle voice as Vincent opened his eyes as his vision was blurry and unfocused from his surroundings only being able to make out a human like silhouette with piercing silver eyes surrounded by a vibrant ruby red sclera. The voice had a borderline human shape with no distinguishing features.

"W..who are you?"

"Oh my dear boy, isn't it obvious"

It asked as Vincent staggered while trying to stand

"I'm dead so I'm going to assume your god"

He said as he was still in pain from being hit by a truck

"In a way, to be clear I'm the god of your worlds god"

Vincent was stunned and looked towards the figures eyes as it looked down on him

"Before You pass on to paradise I have an offer"

"Offer? But why would you need a guy like me wouldn't literally anyone else be a better choice"

"Such a low opinion of yourself, the offer is simple, if you choose to comply you will be sent to another dimension with your current form and a few intriguing and entertaining perks"

It explained as it leaned closer waiting for an answer, Vincent looked down to his feet in a solemn silence.

"Why are you doing this?

He asked as he still looked down

"A curious human, very well allow me to explain, every dimension has a limited amount of mystical energy and places like where you came from have no means to use such energy"