𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭༄S.Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

001

Stumbling into the attic was a small and frail boy, no older than seven. His once soft and smooth skin now littered in scars and bruises from the abuse he had to endure from his parents and twin brother.

He went from being neglected until he turned five to being verbally and physically abused by those he seeked love from.

All because he was born weak. He was seen and treated as an outcast in the family. Never held, never cared for and certainly never loved. Not even for a few seconds in his life.

It was always his brother at the receiving end. Gaining everything since birth.

Love, affection, gifts. It all went to him and never to the frail boy.

He could say he was seen as a shadow but that's not the case. He was like the dust and particles at the bottom of his brother's fancy shoes. Cleared and gotten rid of.

A shadow is at least seen and cared for by someone. He wasn't. Everyone that has been around had seen the way he'd been treated and not a single one lended a helping hand. Some of them even joined in on the abuse. Abusing the power they had over him. Taking their anger out on him, saying things about him to make themselves feel better.

But nothing could compare to when they put their sicky and absolutely disgusting hands on the boy. Touching him from every angle, in places a child should never be touched.

But being the young boy he was, he never understood what he did wrong. He just wanted to be loved and cared for by someone who would keep him safe and not dare to harm him.

His innocent little mind had become tained by the ones who were supposed to be his salvation, by the ones he was supposed to rely on, by the ones he should've called home no matter where they went.

Why couldn't they love him just the same as his brother? If he was weak why couldn't they care for, nurture and be delicate with him?

Why did he have to be such an unfortunate soul?

Using the rest of the strength he had in him, the small boy stood on the tip if his toes and pushed open the attic's skylight window, letting the cool breeze from outside into the tiny attic.

The boy collapsed on his knees thinking, wondering how it would feel to be loved and treated like his brother.

Paying attention to the dark sky something caught his eye.

A shooting star..

He once heard his mother telling his brother that if you were to make a wish upon a shooting star it was sure to come true.

Immediately he folded his hands and looked up, the moon lighting his face and causing his beautiful e/c eyes to glow slightly. Then his soft and delicate voice called out ever so desperately to the sky.

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.." He then clenched his hands together as tears welled up in his closed eyes.

"I Wish for someone to come into this life and not only save me from this pain, but to also love me unconditionally.. To hold me, to tell me I'm worth something. Whether it be parental love or friendship. Please, just anyone will do..Please grant me this Wish and give me someone to make me happy.. and help me survive in this harsh world.."

As he finally opened his pretty eyes, those precious tears of his flowed down his thin cheeks and dripped onto the dirty wooden floor.

Perhaps his tears would clean this dirty life he lived..

This young boy was you. M/n L/n. A seven year old destined to die alone and never be loved.

Or that's how it was suppose to happen.

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~☆("𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" -𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫)☆~