Abnormality

Chapter 1

Have you ever just known something was wrong? For me, that was inevitable. I can sense things others can't. Feel connections in ways unimaginable by others. I know my life was truly messed up. I know my parents aren't my real parents. I know that they truly believe I am their biological son, but I just know I am not. I know I have a real family. I know that they're all out there in this messed up world, probably not knowing that their lives were ever any different. And maybe they weren't. Maybe I am some crazy person who imagines things out of thin air. But trust me, I am not.

In my life now, I am an only child. I live with my so-called mother and her rotten boyfriend, Derek. I say he is rotten metaphorically and physically. He is not a nice or genuine person what-so-ever. My "mother" could do so much better, even though it seems I am a stranger to her. Derek is abusive, too. Not to my mother, just me. He always has a way to find a way to get me in trouble. The scars say it all. I just want to storm out and leave. He also smells like rotten cow shit. I know this isn't the life I'm meant to live. I know something is up. But why can't I remember a thing?

"Have fun at your last day at school, Baatar!" My 'mother' said to me. I nodded my head and walked out the door. Just to get something straight, my real name is not Bataar. That is a nickname for me. It means hero. My real name, or so I think, is Bayani, which coincidentally also means hero.

School is generally a waste for most students in my school who'd rather be smoking or robbing banks or starting a revolution. I take my education seriously, most of the time. But today was my last final of my freshman career. I could finally let go afterward and try to enjoy the summer. There's nothing much to enjoy, or look forward to though.