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———— "Inside of me, there is a monster."
:: BACHIRA MEGURU was one to never make friends easily. His peers liked to call him many things, which included not so kind insults being thrown at the young boy.
"You're a weirdo. No one wants to play with you." They had said to him.
At first, Bachira was able to ignore those comments, with his mother supporting him through it. She would pick up his 6-year-old self, the warm embrace of his mother calming him down. His mom would tell him to let that monster live within him, and let it coexist with him.
Of course, Bachira listened to his mom, growing more and more accustomed with the monster. However, it seemed that everyone else avoided him because of it.
One fateful day, Bachira had discovered that his monster thrived off of soccer. Its hunger to score a goal, and to devour and own the field, drove the monster's power. It was because of this same monster, that many people could not understand Bachira's unique way of playing soccer.
To many, he was just a self-centred brat who just happened to be good at dribbling. Nothing crazy. After all, what was the point of playing soccer if you couldn't play as a team?
Bachira couldn't understand why it wasn't okay to feed his ego once in a while. What was so bad about wanting to make his own plays? It wasn't as if he was trying to hog the ball all to himself all the time, it was just that many could not receive his passes.
His mother would repeatedly tell him it was not his fault. Bachira tried convincing himself too. But as years passed by even longer, and he reached the start of his last year of junior high, no one was still able to understand him.
There was no one who could see his monster.
"Maybe I really am the weird one after all." Bachira thought to himself.
The boy could only chuckle sadly to himself, as he drowned deeper into his own despair.
He just wanted someone. A person to be able to perceive him as he is. No, he NEEDED someone.
But what if there was no one, no one at all who could be like him?
Bachira Meguru was sure he would die of loneliness eventually.
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