The Way It Could've Been

Chapter 1, Julian...

It was hard on me when my mom died. I was seven years old. She was diagnosed with cancer when I was five and has been in and out of the hospital since. She had been getting worse over the years and one day while I sat in my room, my dad went to my door, his eyes red and puffy.

I tilted my head at my father, wondering what could have made him cry. I've never seen my dad cry before. I looked up to him as the toughest guy in the world. But he changed once my mom died. He looked hesitant as he entered my room and sat on the floor.

"Son, I think there's something you should know..."

There was a pause. It felt like an eternity. But by the look in his eyes, somehow, I knew. At Least I thought so. It couldn't have been anything good either way.

"Your mother," He cleared his throat. "She's dead."

Those words echo in my head to this day. I remember my heart dropping. A lump in my throat prevented me from breathing. My eyes are beginning to sting.

I'm sixteen now. Life never got better after that.

I've been going to therapy after my mother died. Every Thursday, I would sit down on a calm brown chair with my therapist, Sasha Leigh. I loved going there and I wouldn't say I liked it. It was peaceful but she was nosey as fuck. Even if it was her job.

Without my mom was like hell. I got picked on and I didn't want to worry my dad. It got awful when I went into middle school. I was a loser. I was disliked and I barely had any friends. But there was this one kid who had been picking on me ever since elementary school. Mark Daniels...

He was popular. Heartthrob. Every girl liked. And I was his main target for bullying. It always confused me why he would pick me. Out of everyone...

I tried fitting in. I never could. I was known as 'the kid whose mom died' With the grief of my mother and problems at school, one day it would be too much to handle. And that's the day I break.

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Sorry for the short chapters in the beginning, trust me, they'll get longer.