Mr. Loner -by AbdulHadi

CHAPTER #1:The path lead by the Dark

My name is lucas.
Life was never meant to be lived like this. Who am I?. Will the questions ever be answered.
The unfortunate luck did not leave me even after the death of my parents from my birth. My unfortune was that I was an orphan kid in the school of kids having parents. As I starved for the love other children got from their parents, I grew colder inside.
The fee of my school was paid by a relative of mine, the only relative I ever knew and he didn't show up often at my apartment that he bought for me. He didn't even consider giving his time to me even knowing I was a kid starving for attention.
My teacher used to tell me I was a genius that's why I was always left alone, but I used to say in my heart that 'I'm not alone, I'm lonely. I was surrounded by people but still I was lonely, do you understand that'.
My teacher was the only person who ever talked to me and our conversations were short and were about studies. I still remember when I was 7, a kid tried pushing me off a cliff behind our school because I tried talking to a girl who was his crush, well I survived the chaotic falling from that cliff, I told nobody what happened there, because I thought nobody would care. That girl (the crush of the boy who pushed me) didn't even notice me and still I was pushed off a cliff just for trying to talk to a human which was actually very strange for me, what kind of feelings do these humanbeings develop for each other that they reach this much extent to even push someone of a cliff.
I was not very fine with this whole life thing and still I was living a fine life but still it was tormented by my thoughts and imagination. My every day was gone thinking how my parents would have been, would they have loved me. As the days went by in school I could make no friends and it's not like I wanted them anyways but once a great man wrote that 'true friends are worth more than the pile of gold you all could ever collect'. I praise that writer so I considered making friends. In the morning I woke up alone and left for school. I spent most of my time in the library writing stuff I didn't even knew about. One day it was a stop to all of these repeating actions when a boy came to me and said "hay, I saw you yesterday and you were just sitting alone, so I decided to talk to you. I want to be your friend." As he spoke those words out of his mouth I thought maybe life can be better than this maybe I can get to know humans better, but....
We spent the day in school together, after school we used to hang out on the hill behind our school. I did not feel lonely any longer and I started enjoying life so I thought maybe that writer was correct about friendship. One day at school he suddenly said "hay man this was all a joke." I stood there in front of the whole class like an idiot and was thinking what is he saying."you know I got myself a bet with my friends and I lost the bet so they asked me to do this, no hard feelings." My eyes were wide open, my brain was blank as a white paper sheet and my lips froze. As everyone started laughing at me I walked slowly towards the class door. I tripped and fell on the ground, my nose started bleeding. I stood up and started walking again, I could hear it all of those people's laughs were now gone they were just silent, like they had never spoken. I went home and fell on my bed wanting to never wake up.
I never skipped school but after that incident I skipped school for a long time and was bothered by the thought that 'why did I trust a human unknown to me?' Of course I was traumatized by it and it would be abnormal for a kid not to be traumatized by it. One day when I was lying on my bed watching television like a creep, my relative showed up. I was shocked that he was there and without wasting a second he asked with an annoying gesture "why are you skipping school?" I was still in a state of shock after watching him but I still replied "I don't have quite a fine time in school" I was still looking at him. He immediately said "does that mean you do not need a proper education to have a fine time in your life." This made me rethink my actions. I lowered my head and he asked in a worried tone "tell me the real reason." I looked up at him with a sad face and asked "do you care?" He put his knees down and looked at me "who else would." "Then why didn't you show up whenever I felt lonely and you never told me who my parents were." I started to cry. "It's all for you, you are a kid right now so you won't understand but if you trust me, it will all be fine in the end." He took his pinky finger to my face and said "I promise when you turn 18, I look at your grades and they are good, I'm going to tell you about your parents and everything." My happiness grew little by little while he finished his words but still it would take 8 years to get to know who my parents were. At least I get to know who they were.
The time passes like the wind flies by your ear. I never talked to a single human in my highschool nor did I talk to any in my neighbourhood. I became cold, as cold as a freezing stone. Life still didn't mean much for me but the thought of knowing who my parents would be was fascinating to me to live on and grow.
Some people tried talking to me in the time that I had lived since those school years. After school, there was a girl I found who was interested in me and always used to talk to me about 'how hard was my life until now' and I used to whisper in my mind that 'it was as hard as it is right now but before I didn't had you which felt better.' in the end I found that she was an article writer of the school who used stupid students to get funny material from them to be useful to their little article club and those people who were interviewed became jokes to laugh on when seen.
I took her down mercilessly.
One day she came to meet me in a café and immediately took her notebook out and asked "do you think you deserve all this." And I replied "do you think I deserve this." I still remember her mouth was wide open having no answers in it. "I think you don't" she said with a polite and sad tone, of course she was acting. I said with a plain face "then write it." She replied with desperation "but that would be my answer, what is yours?" I took a sip of tea and put it back down "what do you think will be my answer?" She was shocked "what are you saying? Stop playing games with me." I replied "if you write an article about me, you choose what should be in it and you edit it with your hearts content, why should I believe in you." She stood up "what is all of this so suddenly, are you mad." I replied"would you put that statement please, where you called me mad. A madman caught in an article having zero luck of life and blessings of parents, aww how miserable." *Starts laughing.