An eventful journey

III -> Puberty

!!TW!! Bullying, weapons,  physical assault, mention of sexual assault,

Part two out of ???

Kaith had adapted to his life in school and at home. He was completely silent now, his communication skills worsening. He was quite vulnerable in this era. He often got physically assaulted, ending up with a bruise or two. It made him look vulgar and childish, what the group of bullies very much was. Kaith was beaten up almost every day after school. They dragged him somewhere a bit away, so that there'd be no one to interfere. They chose not to sexually assault him because that'd make their girlfriends jealous and such. Ofcourse, some had not obeyed that. He was called all kinds of names. Mostly: slut, whore and freak. He wasn't able to say a word to anyone, being afraid that the group would find out and kill him. He spent days in his room locked up from time to time. He was slowly losing his sanity. He chose to do self-harm as a way to relieve all these strong emotions. He cut himself. He was pretty good at hiding it, since he wouldn't go overboard. He did a certain amount, bandaged it up and waited for it to heal. He often used excuses if someone asked him what's with the bandages and stuff. The group would usually say "emo" or something similar to that. He ignored them all. He always told himself that it'll get better. Everything will be okay. But it never is.

Kaith would have ended up having panic attacks and mental breakdowns while overthinking. He cried so hard when in his room. It was all he did. It was time to change that. Kaith decided that he wanted a hobby, something he likes and wants to do, not something he's forced or required to do. He asked his mother for her cellphone, to research some things for "homework". He makes that excuse rarely, which allows him to use it as an opportunity to look at something he likes. He took interest in manga, then into..weapons? Such a huge shift between the two interests. A huge difference, too. Weapons seemed amazing to Kaith. He could use it to defend himself and stuff. But oh, he wasn't interested in some puny glock or something. He was interested in creating weapons that would suit his taste. But in order to be able to handle those weapons, he chose to train. He made this schedule, where he'd train in the morning and evening and do all the brainy stuff in the other parts of the day. He went jogging, and while he did he sneezed a lot. Kaith found out he had an allergy to dust and pollen, since he wasn't outside at all as a kid. Just one certain breeze and Kaith would be sneezing like a cat, frequently and rapidly. This made Kaith stay inside more. He didn't want to get sick or similar. He decided to do weight lifting, buying equipment and similar. That made him occupied throughout the day. He still did jogging in the morning and evening, but was careful not to go somewhere with a ton of flowers and such. The group of bullies still beat him up and such after school, but Kaith let it happen so that it'd pass quicker. He wanted to research weapons as quickly as possible. It was one of the things he liked to do. He rarely liked anything. It was as if the void in his heart was filled. He started out sketching his ideas, turning sketches and such into formulas and lists. He bought some of the material, putting up a simple weapon. He tested out the weapon on some kind of dummy, but the weapon failed. It exploded right into Kaith's face. Kaith ended up with some burns, not that serious. He was more sad about the fact that his first weapon..was a failure. That made him more insecure about his abilities. He didn't want to give up over such a puny thing.  He continued working hard. It was something he was persistent and confident in. He continue to push on, achieving what he wanted. A creation of a weapon. He tested it out at a field, on a dummy. It was powerful. It overheated easily, but that was no big deal. Not everything has to be perfect. He wanted his weapons to have some cons. He wanted to be the one who filled in the weapon's imperfections. But all this took years. Years of pain, blood and sweat. But it was worth it. It was a strong weapon.
During the time he was in the progress of making the weapon, the group of bullies took notice of it. They began to more frequently harass him, leaving him unable to even speak a proper sentence. They did all kinds of things to him. He wanted to forget. But there are some things, even if you want to forget, you simply can. It caused a lot of stress to Kaith. He had become vary of his surroundings. Checking every corner of the street. He became anxious and fidgety. His bad patience and concentration were the reason why it took him so long. It was because he often got paranoid, zoned out or had a panic attack. It stalled his progress significantly. He had to have a clear mind while doing the formulas, otherwise he'd mess up. He often mess up, but he always corrected his mistakes. He double checked every single formula. That was a lot of work. The hardest thing, was following the schedule he had made. He had to train and do brainy stuff. Training took him a bit, but formulas und such took him longer. He started going to the gym. He wasn't a straight A student, due to this hobby, might even say, occupation of his. He had a few subjects he completely understood, while the others not so much. He had a few ways of getting the money for his materials. Prostitution was the main one. He had simply no choice. He didn't have time to get a proper part time job. It was his only option. He made sure those around him never found out about his way of earning money. He just stashed it away, using it onto the material and some things he wanted. He didn't like the way he earned his money. It made him feel disgusted. He often just cried after it.
By the time Kaith had managed to create a weapon that did not fail, school was long gone. What was he going to do about it?

The end of part 3, puberty.

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