ᴍʏ ʙᴜꜱ ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ. [ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ꜰꜰ]

His Origin

A boy no older or younger than 13 sat under the slide on the playground. It was recess, and as usual, no one wanted to play with him.

He sighed, burying his head in his arms as he resisted the urge to break down and cry. What did the other kids not like about him? Was it his nose?

He poked at it. It was big and wide. Darryl despised his nose. It made him feel insecure. It wasn't his fault his nose was big! He couldn't help it.

As the boy drowned himself in self-hate, another kid, 14 years old, came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hm?"

The boy had dark skin like him, but shorter hair. "Yo."

"Um," Darryl said. "Hi," he greeted him awkwardly. The boy sat next to him. "Why are you sitting here by yourself?"

"None of the other kids wanna play with me," he answered, pouting.

"Psh, play? You mean how they running around and going down the slide?" Darryl nodded. "Man, why would you wanna do that? That's baby stuff!"

The boy stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, I got more fun things we can do." He hesitated. The boy smacked his lips. "Man, come on. I don't got all day."

Darryl grabbed his hand.

= = = =

"This is my boy Sean. And this here? This is Clark. I'm Max." He introduced his crew to the shy child.

"I'm Darryl," he spoke quietly. "Darryl? That's a badass name." Darryl's eyes widened. He cussed. Mother wouldn't approve.

"So, Darryl, you ever done graffiti before?" He shook his head, fiddling with his fingers shyly. "What's graffiti?"

The boys looked at each other and laughed. "Man, you funny," Clark said. "Roll with us, and we'll show you." Not giving him a chance to say no, they left, escaping from the school.

= = = =

Darryl and his friends went around, causing all sorts of mischief. Well, they did. He was too scared to do anything.

They did call him out on it and tried to persuade him to join in, but he always refused. "Seeya later, Darryl!" Max called out to him.

"Bye!" He walked up to his house. Everything was perfect. He finally had friends who cared about him. He couldn't wait to tell mother and father, excluding their bad behavior.

The boy entered his house. "Mother? Father? I'm home!" He flinched as he heard yelling. Darryl creeped up to his parents' room door, peaking in.

"I'M TIRED OF THIS, JOSEPH! I'M TIRED!" His mother yelled out angrily.

"THEN TAKE YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!" He retorted sharply. "I'M TAKING MY SON AND I'M LEAVING!"

"YOUR SON? YOUR SON?! HE'S OUR SON, JOSEPH, AND I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" She grabbed at his arm. This angered him as he threw her off.

"FINE! KEEP THE BOY! HE'S JUST AN UGLY LITTLE BASTARD! HE'S GOT A FAT NOSE, JUST LIKE HIS HIDEOUS MAMA!"

Katherine got up, shoving his back as he packed his clothes. She was barely able to move him, as she was a small woman and he was a big man.

"HE'S NOT UGLY! HE'S BEAUTIFUL! GO AHEAD AND GO BACK TO THAT HOOKER YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING! WE DON'T WANT YOU, ANYWAY!"

The man, his father, said nothing. All he did was grumbled cuss words. He grabbed his suitcase and left the room.

Darryl followed after him. "Father?" Joseph looked back at him, full of hatred and disgust. "I'm not your damn dad anymore."

That was the last thing he said to his son before he left for good.

= = = =

Darryl's life went down a dark path. He began to finally participate in delinquent activities. He tried smoking cigarettes, though it only tasted bad.

18 year old Darryl was engaged, but he kept his criminal antics in the dark, his fiance not knowing what activities he partaked in.

"Ok y'all, I got a good plan. Y'all see that old man?" He pointed to an elderly man walking with groceries in his hands. They nodded. "We're gonna rub him. Darryl, this is your chance to prove yourself. You go first."

Darryl walked out, pulling his hood over his head. He approached the old man. "Hey, give me your wallet. Now." The man looked at him scared.

"B-but sir, I don't have any more money. I spent it all at the grocery store." Darryl shook his up. Why couldn't he just give it to him? "Lies. Come on now, cough up the dough."

"H-honestly! I don't have any money."

"Give me your wallet, or I'm gonna have to hurt you." He threatened the man.

The man stuttered, shocked by the threat. "Yo, old man! Didn't he just tell you to give him your wallet?"

"Yes, b-but-"

"BUT NOTHING! GIVE US YOUR WALLET OR WE'LL BEAT IT OUT OF YOU!" Max yelled, shaking the old man.

"Please stop!" The man yelled, terrified. He begged and begged."I'LL STOP WHEN YOU GIVE US YOUR WALLET!" They ganged up on him except for Darryl, who watched in horror. "MAX, SEAN, CLARK STOP! HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!"

The man clutched his heart and took in a deep breath as if he was struggling to gain more. And then he fell limp. He was dead.

Max dropped him harshly to the floor, a gruesome sound coming from the impact. Clark grabbed the man's wallet and peeked in. "I guess that old geezer was telling the truth. It's empty."

Max shrugged. "Let's go see if we can find another sucker to rob." They walked around. Darryl stayed behind, trying his best to resuscitate him. It didn't work.

He wanted to call the cops, but he couldn't. They'd all go to jail. What about Mother? She had no one but him. Darryl looked left and right, weeping for the dead man.

He turned and ran home. He had to change. He couldn't do this anymore. Not after it killed someone.

His world was hanging by a thread, and it came crashing down when he walked in on his fiance cheating on him with another.