To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

I was in Highschool when I got befriended with Eduardo and Mark, I was always the third wheel of the group and rather used as a human shield that got often mocked by not only them but also the others in my school. Still I was happy and glad to be in their group and not being seen as an outcast by them as well.

Years went by and Eduardo and Mark gathered up enough money after Highschool to be able to have their own house. At first they hesitated to include me as their roommate, but then they finally included me as their roommate in order to help around in the house. I was glad at first, but my contentment slowly changed to sorrow when I quickly noticed how cruel my roommates could be towards me at times.

It all began when he Eduardo figured out that I every so often accidentally messed up something while trying to do the household. Those were days in which he would completely lose his temper and frighten me. One day Eduardo had given up and decided to do the household together with Mark since he told me that he wasn't trusting me with doing anything around the house anymore.

This already impacted me in a negative way, but not for long. Usually I would find something positive or funny in my live that would distract me from my short termed sorrow and that would turn me back from my frightened and sad self to a happy, cheerful and also a little childish self.

Then it happened, Eduardo figured out who our neighbors were and the contest between us and them would begin. Eduardo would tell us to insult them and to prove that we are better than them but Edd and his other two friends never really seemed to want to participate in this match between who was better than the other, or they did cared and never wanted to show it like Eduardo had told us. Either way Edd and the others always to be better than us in many different ways.

This made Eduardo's blood boil up to a point in which he would punch me in my face or insult me when I would say something that he would see as embarrassing in front of his biggest enemies or just hurt me to get his anger out even when I wouldn't even say or do anything wrong.

Mark saw that Eduardo was beginning to treat me worse and although he seemed to get a bit concerned about me every time in which I get hurt by him, there just wasn't even one single time in which he would try to talk to Eduardo about the way that he treated me. In fact Mark would at times just ignore me and not even talk with me for days when he was mad at me or when I asked him if he could speak with Eduardo.

I didn't dared to speak up since I already could tell what Eduardo would do to me if I would say something that he wouldn't like and also I wasn't able to really defend myself because of my physical form. Not only am I smaller than him, but I am also weaker than him. Of course I had the choice to move out, but somehow I wanted to stay with them because even after all that they had done I saw them as my friends.

I was thankful for being able to live with them and didn't wanted to come off as ungrateful by just moving out, so I took in all of the abuse that rained down on me. My life had its ups and downs, I wasn't always in pain or in sorrow or treated bad by them. But most of the times I was in fact treated bad and being used by them yet again not only as a human shield but also as a punching bag.

I always was able to remain hopeful and always saw the bright side of life so that I was most of the times happy and not too sad even after all the things that had happened to me until now. Nothing was able to break my spirit yet and ruin my positive view for a fantastic future, until one day.

I was just observing with Eduardo and Mark our eyeless neighbor as he was storming out of the house with an angry expression on his face and tried to correct Eduardo after he had stated that he was looking happy when in fact he didn't. But somehow he didn't liked what I said and told me that he wished that I was dead. I could see the burning anger in his eyes and felt my heart shattering. This time he had hit me hard with his words, but this wasn't the end of a day filled with pain.

Later on I had been hit by a missle and right after this I was able to feel blood flowing out from my chest area before I told Eduardo one last word because he comanded me to say something, so I did it and then I passed out.