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Intro
"Get your hands off of me!" A young boy shout. His body shivered with fear as three boys stood above him. They cracked their knuckles, smirking as they do so. The little boy cowered at the sound.
No more
Just leave me be
Not like Dad
Not like Mom
No more
His heart raced, and his eyes watered. He yelped as a hand pushed him to the ground. He caught a glimpse at the depressing, forecast sky. It was as if the whole world saw his pain, loneliness, and despair, and decided to mock him. Demon, they would call him. Hell spawn, wicked child, Devil. All of these names tore at his heart. Even as a young child with no understanding of the world, he understood one thing. He had no one. Everyone despised him. It wasn't his fault he was cursed with red eyes. His sister would call them misunderstood. That beauty lay beyond the eerie red; people just needed to see past the surface. But he didn't have his sister anymore. The only person to ever love him was gone.
The bullies kept slapping, hitting, and kicking the defenseless boy. He cried out his sister's name, knowing she couldn't rescue him. He howled in pain. He could feel a rib snap, stabbing his insides. He could feel the small stream of tears glide down his cheeks.
Why. That was the only question. He didn't choose this life. He didn't as to look the way he did. He never wanted the horrible nicknames and scars. He never wished to have to urge to just disappear. It wasn't a lifestyle he wished to have. In fact, he wanted more than anything for it to stop. But he knew deep down, it would never change. It was a vicious vortex he had been thrown into.
His energy depleted, leaving him a hollow shell; unable to do anything. The boys above him grew bored and wandered off. He suddenly doubled over in agony and sorrow. No one cared, and no one knew him.
Not like Dad
Not like Mom
Please no
Someone...
Love me, please
Anyone
The world around him began to darken. A black void crept into his vision. Slurred thoughts rummaged around in his head. He wanted the echos of misery to stop. They seemed everlasting. More shadows slowly consumed him. Every breath was rugged and painful.
All around him, he heard murmurs of insults. Even as helay helpless and wounded on the ground. They never stopped coming. An onslaught of phrases to make him feel miserable. And what was the one that hurt the most?
"Go back to hell where you belong, Jeremy!"
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Give Me Life (JereMike)
RandomHardships. One after another. It's just an onslaught, isn't it. So, we don't find it hard to complain. It's so easy, right? Not for Jeremy. Through the torment, and hardship, and pain... He says not a word. Honestly, its not easy for him. Not by a l...
