Pavane for a Lost Boy (Or Rather, How to Survive Loss after Rejection)

Prologue Pt. 3: Ebony Phoenix Rising

Readers, there comes a point in life where one has to answer some tough questions when it comes to growing up.

Can I afford to miss out on life's opportunities by playing it safe, or will I finally be able to make some changes and cut my losses?

Will people be able to take me seriously once I come out of my shell?

Is it too late to start over again with a bad relationship?

Does my life really amount to much after dealing with one too many bad hands?

All good questions, fine reader, but not enough time with the answers.

For yours truly, I have been asking myself a LOT of answers when it comes to dealing with endless bad hands that came my way, especially when it came to the Bader-Simmons-Ingram family- the same people who had treated me like bad trash and played the game of favoritism with the other kids of my former blood family.

What was I doing wrong? Easier to answer, folks. I was born a love child through my mother's affair with a gay man and my grandma didn't want my mother to have me aborted, hence me being hated for being alive.

What could I have done differently to make them like me? Another easy question, folks. Not a damn thing since no one would ever take me seriously, no matter what I did.

Would it have been better to just end my life earlier so things would've been smoother sailing for the hateful family? Maybe, but we wouldn't have much of a story, would we?

But the two most important questions that needed to be asked out loud and yet unanswered were loud and clear: Was I going to be ready to face the after-effects of what had happened? And was it possible to fully move forward with life?

Both good questions, folks. But the answers?

Well, you're going to have to stick around and see what how they would be answered, readers, because they will be complex and dramatic.

Fate, you've been throwing me one too many curveballs on the baseball diamond called life. And while I'm no genius with the sport, I can only hope that this would be when I would finally hit a home run and become the MVP. After what's been going on, I've been dealt with the sweets and bitterness and even finally started to heal from the traumatic revelations. But there's so many storms that are on the horizon right now, and I'm not sure if I can be prepared for what's ahead. Right now, I can only pray that you're going to help me make sense of what's to come.

All I'm saying is that this is not only our last chance to finally get things right, but also my last chance to finally count my blessings and chase after the sun.

Readers, are you sure you're ready for the final act of my saga?

Okay, then. Let's go!

And with that, ladies and germs, act three will be when Demario's saga is going to bring everything full-circle. I must warn y'all that the next five chapters deal with the aftermaths of the climatic shooting from chapter sixty and how things will play out from there, including an appearance from Vivian Bader-Ingram (Demario's late mom) and Lottie Jean Ingram and her husband (Demario's late maternal grandparents) as Demario's fighting for his life. Oh yeah, folks, that's coming up in the next chapter, so don't you dare go away!

Dedication: Mysterious_Peridot and sweetdreamer33.

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