𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍. [ NeverGreen ]

Chapter 1

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1:

Staring at the soul who destroyed him, he empties his pockets.

Bouquets of dead flowers showered down with blood leaking out of them; the flowers were withered and drenched. The two of them swam up to the surface, the soft glow casting on the ocean they were in all this time.

"A lie." The boy shook his head.

"A mistake." The other one corrected, grabbing the hands of him.

Instead of clasping onto them and hugging the boy to his death, his hands went through and he could feel the wrinkled pads on his fingers as he rubbed them together.

The realization hit him with a bang, that was the true lie.

He screamed, bubbles choking out of his throat. His hands thrashed around the water helplessly.

Cold water feels warm when your hands are freezing.

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"You've been disrespecting us far too much." The father states in a stern tone.

"Maybe it's because you guys were so committed to your other son that you forgot about me." He shot back, his eyes wide with anger. The feelings that were in his body were unbearable. Fury swirled like a tornado and his eyesight was blurry.

"Listen to me boy. How many times do I have to repeat myself? And how many times have you come home, not coming home saying you got praise, but rather a suspension? How many times have you come home covered in marks and bruises? Huh? ANSWER ME."

"That bitch hit me first!" Kal pointed to the band aid that was sealing the ugly bruise.

"It doesn't matter who hits first, what matters is how you handle it... just because someone is being impolite, you must restrain yourself. If you let your temper blow up, that's the reaction they want you to have." His mother murmured, a soft-spoken lady who had enough patience to listen to people's problems.

"I don't care! Impolite?" The boy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Pathetic is more like the word you were searching for."

His father gripped onto the wheel tightly. His eyes were still on the road, yet his jaw was clenched no doubt. His veins pulsed out of his hands and neck, making Kal grimace.

The road trip was quiet for some time, unless you count the occasional snaps of photos that Kal was taking. He had a passion for photography, it was something that could give you memories of places, things, people. Of course, with his dignity and large ego, he could never admit to that. When the feeling of knowing that you were basically getting kicked out, you start getting whiny, so he started kicking the back of his mother's seat.

"Stop!"

"Not until you get me off of that list." He growled.

That's when he knew he crossed the line-- his father pulled over to the side, and thankfully no cars were passing by. He spun his head fast; so fast Kal was frightened his head might've snapped off.