"honey, please don't leave us! I love you!"
"Well i never wanted kids! Farewell!"
The slammed as her knees came into contact with the ground, her blue eyes cascading down from her eyes to her cheeks like a waterfall. Her husband had not only divorced her, but taken everything from her, but...
Staring at a brunette white bundle , she whispered, "I'm sorry aiden, but you'll have to grow up without your father you deserve. I'm sorry I won't be able to provide the life you deserve... "
Life took a drastic turn for the now single mother, her two storey bungalow had to be sold, both mother and son moving into a studio apartment, her working two jobs just to get by.
As the years went by, Aiden lacked the luxury of stylish clothes, having to purchase them from the dollar store or hand me down sales, during Christmas, his house lacked the cheery colourful vibe, mouth watering turkey replaced with a small bowl of porridge. And most importantly...
"Mommy, everyone brought their daddies to school today. Why don't I have a daddy?" He asked one afternoon after coming from kindergarten.
"Honey, can you please don't talk about this again?' she asked, hinting sorrow in her tone.
As for life later in high school ...
"Hey! That's my lunch money!"
"Than why don't you ask your dad for some? Oh wait! You don't have one! And your mom's broke!
Laughter reverberated across the cafeteria, the usual response to Aiden's list of bullying without an end, first for having a single mother's whose barely getting by , and the second...
"Hey nerd! Do my homework or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich!"
"Okay, okay, just please don't hurt me!" Aiden begged.
Despite his poverty, he was always top in the school without fail, spending majority of his time either revising his school books or reading books , literature or facts, fueled by the drive of breaking out of poverty, dreading to see his mother return late, her skin pale, her blue eyes layering with black eyebags, along with...
"Mrs green! You're late at your bills again!"
"Yes, I'm sorry! Here's your rent..."
One afternoon...
Knock knock. The attention of the class turned to the middle aged woman standing at the door, her black hair with streaks of gray, dressed in a formal knee length lilac dress, standing at the door of the classroom
"May I see Aiden green?" She asked.
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"Aiden, I'm afraid your mother has passed away after being hit by a drunk driver ... " She explained.
"What?! " He reacted.
At that moment, it seemed that his only torch in a world seeped with darkness had burned out, leaving him ensnared in a world of internal torture.
After dismissal, with his bags packed, he was transferred to an orphanage.
"Oh look! We have a nerd in here!" A huge redheaded boy around his age taunted, cracking his knuckles. "Wanna fight?"
"But mom says violence is never the answer..."
"Oh your mommy says?" One of the redhead's friends sniggered. "If you don't fight us, you're weak!"
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Turning the plot black
HorrorHello readers! Welcome to my collection of dark twisted one shots! I'm sure you know many of these plots and fairytales, but what if they took a darker, and perhaps a bloodier, turn? Disclaimer: this is rated mature for its dark themes , such as vi...
