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Author's P.O.V
His life was a mess.
He couldn't do anything about it.
And that made him feel more helpless than ever before.
Sitting on the floor of a small and dark room he had no choice but to call his own,the only light was the luminosity of a lit candle placed on top of a coffee table that should've been replaced long ago reminded him of his worth.
Has life always been like this? He couldn't tell.
But as far as his memory goes,it truly has always been like this.
Within the dying light,he could see his palm covered in a blackish liquid. The left side of his face felt warm and wet in the cold room.
It was blood.
He could feel drops of blood on his shirt, mixing with the broken glass on the cold floor near his bare feet.
He placed his left hand on the wound on his head,trying to stop the blood from spilling any further.
Grabbing the candle from the coffee table,he searched within a box of random items for anything to help him with his wounds.
After some searching,he finally found a small roll of bandages and decided to use it to wrap it around his head.
Wrapping the bandages around his body was a task he was well familiar with,but it never became any less of a burden nor did it lessen the pain.
Just numbed him.
Once he finished,he didn't move.He just sat there with his head low, contemplating.The events of earlier were fresh in his mind.
He wished he didn't have any blood ties with him who ruined his and his mother's already broken lives.
The man he called his uncle,his dead father's younger brother.
The relentless burdens he has to face everyday were a part of his life now,his body was used to it now,his mind was used to it now.
But his heart wasn't.
He wanted to break free.
Buthow?
He had nothing,he was nothing and on top of that-his mother was his first priority.
