Sinistral

Hey.

I gave this idea a lot of thought. Got my best friend to help me so I owe her :)

I know I write too many stories but this idea came to me and I HAVE TO WRITE IT.

I'll love if I could have some feed back on it :)

Thanks if your checking this out!

Hope you enjoy :)

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Chapter One

Many people go through a struggle. Sometimes it can be little, sometimes it can be bigger. I still remember the days where everything seemed to work in perfect sync until that day when I was there, where I saw my parents get so drunk I was scared for my life.

The days to come got worse and worse. I thought it would be like that forever but one day the sunlight shined into my bedroom and it felt like someone touched my life and my parents. It didn't take long after that until my parents became sober and before we all knew it they stopped drinking all together.

I wish I could say my struggle stopped there. That all that happened in the past could stay there but nothing can be lost forever, even things that you never even knew about. Life is just one thing but a struggle can go on even after life itself.

Maybe you wonder what I'm talking about, maybe not but soon you will, everyone will when life suddenly ends. It will all become clear what I'm talking about soon enough. Let me take you back, back when I thought the least of my problems was my exams and coursework.

When I was just Cayden Ash Sawyer and nothing else.

"Cayden, honey are you home!" called my mum. I sat on the top of the stairs with my phone hanging loosely in my hand.

I just wanted to shout down the stairs no I've moved to Thailand but not because I don't love my mum or I've had enough of the same old thing but because she had promised she would get off work early and pick me up from Larry's but she hadn't.

It's stupid to be angry at her for just that but I've always felt like making a promise is something that should never be broken. "I'm sorry I didn't pick you up, you know how work can be," she said as she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked right at me.

"It's okay, I know," I smile at her.

"Your father has a late shift," she whispered.

"I know, he picked me up earlier," I say as I get up off the stairs.

"Do you want something to eat, drink?" she asks.

"No, I'm going a sleep now. Got school tomorrow. Night mum," I smile before I head into my bedroom and close the door leaning up against it. I could just about see with the moonlight shining through the curtains.

My bed was against the wall right next to my door, my desk sat next to the window piled up with coursework, my laptop and a picture of me and my parents. Being an only child, does have its benefits sometimes.

I placed my phone on my bedside table, climbed into bed closing my eyes tight. Being in year eleven at the peak of my education I feel stressed out a lot. My parents try to support me but sometimes all you need is someone to tell you why you aren't as clever as your classmates. Why you was born with a brain which wasn't as smart as the people around you and how you have to work your ass off just to scrap a pass if your lucky.