The Boy With No Tears

I was told that when I was born, I did not cry, or scream. Basically, I didn't make a sound. When the doctors was testing my health, they found out that I was a perfectly healthy newborn, as for as perfect as I could have get.

My mother thought I was a different, and she was right.

She tried multiple times to treat me like a normal child when she was raising me, but she soon gave up and went crazy because of me. My father at the time would just stay clear of me 'cause he always said that I was a demon sent from God because of theirs so called 'Sins' that they made. Even at a young age, I knew that they did not love me like I saw with the other kids in my neighborhood. But what I did saw was the look of fear and disgust that I was their son.

I realized that I was different when I overheard that I looked enterally look different then them. When I looked in the mirror, I saw fire red hair with my roots black, my eyes were two matched color the left one was black and my right eyes was a light faded gray. Both my parents hair was a chestnut blonde. My mom's eyes was blue and my dad's eyes was ember brown. That only thing that I had in like with them was my skin color, that was light brown because of our race was native american.

I was three when I made this discovery.

Later in my life, I came to the knowledge that was smart beyond my years of knowledge, I was five year old in the second grade, but that was okay because, like my dad, I grew fast for my age. So when I was four, I looked five, and when I was five, I looked seven years old at the time. But I stopped growing when I was 11, so I stayed at a height of 5'3". People always thought I was adorable and innocent, I was far from it.

During my five years of life, my father lift when us on my third birthday. Mother tried to kill me every day since then, but I always lived. This became a daily way of living, in a way, I have to thank her 'because she motivated me to learn to fight, to survive really.

I know what you're thinking right now, "Why would you thank your mother for that?" Well, mostly because she taught me a lesson in life.

'Vous pensiez que vous était aimé , mais vous n'êtes pas . Donc, comme vous mourez est né , seul.'

Or in English, 'You thought you was loved, but you are not. So die like you was born, alone.'

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Author's Note

Hello children, I hope you like this prologue of my new story. And if you are wondering why I put that picture up, I want you guys to see the irony in that compared to this story. Hope you will keep reading my story.