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chapter 3 - alone

Trigger warning: abuse, alcohol abuse

Sat at a park bench, a boy looked at the world around him, he wasn't entirely sure where he was everything looked like a normal park, except for the fact everything was coloured in black and white.

Confused as to where he was, the boy tried to cream out, but no sound was made. He then tried again and again, only yielding the same result.

He then felt somebody sit next to him on the bench, he looked to his side and was surprised by what he saw. Sat next to him was none other than himself, or moreso some sort of copy of himself, the copy shared many similarities with him, height, hair colour, etc, however one thing was notably different.

His copy sat there with a blank expression, his mouth neither smiling or frowing and his eyes were dull and devoid of life. The copies head slowly turned to the boys until their eyes met and the boy then felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

The boy looked down to see the source of his pain, his copy was there, holding a knife that was just thrust into the boys stomach and that's when another abnormality was sighted.

Instead of blood, a strange black goo came out from the boys the wound, the goo slowly wrapping itself around his copy. The goo stopped once it had completely enveloped him, and from where his face should be, two eyes and a mouth appeard, both the mouth and eyes were a bright white on the now pitch black body and looked as if they had been crudely drawn on by a child. The mouth didn't move as the body spoke, leaving a single parting message.

"You can't run from me forever"

Breasal jolted awake in his bed, tears forming in his blue eyes, before he knew it he was crying.

It wasn't long before his mother, who had heard him crying, cane rushing in. She held him in her arms as he cried into her shoulder.

"You had that nightmare again, didn't you?" She asked

Breasal nodded, he wasn't crying because the nightmare he had was scary, he was crying because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't understand it.

His mother held him in her arms for a little longer to calm him down, before patting his black, scruffy hair and sending him back to sleep.

Aside from the frequent nightmare, breasal lived a normal life, he went to school like any kid his age, listened to his parents like any kid his age and lived his life happy and content.

However not long after his eight birthday, his life had started going downhill.

It was like any other day, breasal was being driven home from school by his mother when all of a sudden the road exploded, all he saw was the car flip over before banging his head and passing out.

"Not yet"

"H-huh, whose there?"

"Not yet, I cant have you dying yet"

"What do you mean?"

"You're too perfect to lose, I'll have to set it in early"

He wasn't aware of it at the time, but he was no longer himself.

Breasal slowly woke up in a hospital bed, he could see his father talking to what looked like a doctor.

"We don't even understand it ourselves, but he appears to be completely unharmed."

"And what about the boys mother? Where is she?"

"We're sorry sir, she, like many others, unfortunately passed in the attack."

"D-dad?" Breasal muttered out, barely conscious enough to speak.

"Breasal? You're awake?" His dad replied.

Breasal nodded Befpre asking "wheres mom?"

Breasals dad looked at him, unsure of how to answer.

The next few weeks became a living hell for breasal, ever since his mom passed his dad had been acting differently. Instead of the kind, soft father he was used to, he was know shouting at breasal and constantly telling him that he shouldve died instead of his mother, he was always sat down at home with a bottle in his hand, breasal didn't know what was in the bottle, but knew it was bad.

However that wasn't all that was different, breasals own body was acting differently, vital things that his body needed no longer felt important, he was able to hold his breath for near an hour before even slightly feeling like he needed to take a breath, he could also go days at a time without eat or drinking and had wouldn't even feel hungry or thirsty aswell.

His father had noticed his extended periods without eating or drinking and had began spouting the insult that he was a freak aswell as his normal behaviour.

The day was like any other, breasal had walked back home to his regular insults from his dad.

"If only your mother were still alive, she could've taken care of this family"

But this time breasal decided to reply back, mumbling "yeah cause she's apparently the only one who knows how."

"What was that you little freak?" His father growled as he got up and made his way to breasal "You want to repeat that?"

"I said you can't ta-"

Before he could finish his sentence he felt a pain across his cheek, his father had slapped him, leaving a red mark on him.

Breasal froze for a second, before walking out of the house and running off, he wasn't thinking at that point, he didn't want to leave, but his house was no longer a safe place for him to be.

He ran as long as he could, away from his house. He aimlessly wandered the streets, it's not like his life was in danger, he had figured out he could go much longer without essential things for his body that he probably should be able to.

He wandered the streets for longer than he could imagine, his clothes becoming tattered and worn out, however he continued moving aimlessly until hearing a voice.

"Are you OK?"

He looked up to the source of the voice and saw a man, with black scruffy hair, green eyes and a bandage tightly wrapped on his left arm.

He didn't know why, but this person felt familiar to breasal, the sight of him felt almost comforting, but before he knew it, his vision went black, and he passed out.