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"WHY did you bring me here?" His voice echoed the abandoned establishment as they walked inside it. His little hands grasped the helm of the man's coat as he gazes through the emptiness of the place. He could see the small dusts flying across the room, piles of trash scattered around the pavement, walls cracking, and the smell was disgusting.
"You know he wasn't loved as a kid by his parents," the man said as they stood at the middle of the room.
"Hmm?" he doesn't understand. He turned his green eyes up to him and there were no emotions as the man was staring at front, oblivious of the innocent questions he has in his eyes.
"He was never loved. He was hated even though he didn't do anything bad. He was mentally and emotionally killed by those adults just because he was trying to make them notice him." The man continued. "Shame, isn't it? Adults acting like they fucking own the lives of the people around them. Your mother never loved you; your father didn't even want you; your family will never accept you. How could they say that?"
"East?" he called. The man's gray eyes turned to him before he squatted in front of him and caressed his rosy cheeks as he gave a gentle smile.
"That's why I loath kids like you. How could you be loved when you are nothing but a useless little boy? You can't even save yourself if I kill you right now." He said through gritted teeth. "Do you know how many kids like you I killed just because they're hopeless? Just because I hate seeing them happy when on the opposite of this fucked up world, there's a lonely kid who just wanted to feel loved, yet he was abhorred because of it?"
"No." he whispers.
"I killed a lot, Regan. I can't even count it with my fingers but it's a lot."
"Like a million?"
"No, but maybe one day." He answered. "I wonder what difference it would make if someone raised him to be like me. Maybe the world would be a little nicer. He wouldn't feel sad or ask me to just kill ourselves so we wouldn't be a bother anymore." East added before standing up and held his head to pull him closer.
"Can I go home now?" Regan asked as he pouted his lips.
East caressed his head. "I don't want you to be like him, Regan. I don't want you to be weak, hopeless and I don't want you to ask for love when no one can truly give it to you genuinely. I want you to be like me. I want you to be strong, to be independent. I want you to be feared by everyone. I want you to be me. Right, I will raise you to be me, and you'll continue my legacy of raising kids to be like me so one day, no kids will ever be hurt and lonely. One day there will be no children who seek love from their parents. One day there will be no children like him...like Amon."
Regan smiled as he remembered the things East told him when he was a kid. There were some days that he was nice and all fatherly but most of those moments he had with him were painful. He was the one who raised him to be the person who'd everyone fear but he was also the one who raised him to be the person everyone would hate.
If the world didn't choose him to be where he is right now, some kid would be in his place to experience all the pain that he had. He didn't know that pain was true but as his brain slowly recalls all the occurrences that East did to him before, his body accepts the pain and the unfortunate life that he has at that moment.
"Good thing it was me," he whispers and felt a jolt run through his body. His vision darkened suddenly but a set of warm arms caught him before he could fall to the ground.
