The Red Conqueror

Chapter 11

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Issei was lying on the ground, his hair was moved by the wind, and little by little he entered into his dreams.

DREAM OF ISSEI.

Issei opened his eyes, everything was white, that white was infinite, no matter where he sees everything was white, he was alone in that white, this gave him a feeling of tranquility and peace, but for a moment all the space changed shape, all the white went, and a floor of white ceramic tiles appeared, white walls and a blue line, and a smell of alcohol, seeing all this he looked and was sitting in an old chair, he knew he was in a hospital, but he did in a hospital.

He just waited, what happened, so that he was here, but from the wall on the left something began to illuminate the sound, he saw in that direction was a projector of a cinema, then images began to appear in front, issei did not pay attention until I heard a voice calling him.

????: Issei, no running - said a voice that Issei knew.

Issei felt his sight, and the images that received him were, a man chasing a baby who was running around, that man was no one but his father, this was his memory, but he could not remember anything of when he was a baby, because that was impossible, but there was his little self running around being followed by his father.

Issei: Ah, yes, that's Gorou - with a sad tone.

Issei knew it did not matter that his appreciation, the feelings that he had towards his parents disappeared there was still this feeling of betrayal, sad that does not matter when he got angry that sadness did not disappear, but grew uncontrollably, that was what he felt, he was trying to suppress all the sadness, anger and more. But that did not signify that it did not hurt, it did, he felt that his heart died. He did not let it come out, but he already failed, once with Saji, another with his "parents", this was bad, he was like a bag with water. Once he has a hole, all the water came out, something that he tried to avoid every second.

Issei, while he felt many things, he kept watching the movie or memory, passed all his first years, as he grew up, when he met Irina, but everything began to darken when Irina left, that was a blow for the boy of the movie, but for Issei, what he saw was that his parents hardly cared about the condition of their son, they just said that everything is fine and to just go play. Why was that, because they did not pay attention to him, because they did not console him, because they did not play with him, all they did was to be with him superficially, they barely supported him, they barely paid attention to him. As Issei saw this, his blood began to boil, what happened with them, because he never realized this, they hardly imposed something of what he did when he was young, but the movie came to the moment that Issei knew changed his whole life, and that was to meet that old pervert.

Issei saw his young self become a pervert, but nobody stopped him, it didn't matter that he bought magazines, games, that his face was perverted almost all day, but nobody corrected him, nobody stopped him, because of that the Issei of the present is hurting and it makes him angry to see himself. He knew what was going through his younger mind and that was maybe he could get the attention of others, he knew when he started with all this perversion, he was just sad, he was looking for attention, he was looking for someone to fill Irina's place, that was all, but everything was changing, and he was forgetting.

Issei was repressing all his anger, all this happens, everything happened because they didn't give him attention, he fell into this hole of perversion, betrayal, anger, sadness, everything because they couldn't stop him, nobody gave him a stop, it was difficult, difficult to sit with him and talk, it wasn't better to tell him to just leave it behind, but it was easy to punish him. It was easier to let him do what he wanted, but it was too difficult to give him attention. It was difficult, these were the words that were repeated over and over again, hundreds, if not thousands or millions or billions sometimes but it was all the same, it was all the fault of something that happened when I was a child.