Surprising Events

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Dark was the night, nothing but a faint dying breath could be heard. Weak. The air was thin as the ash and smoke covered the atmosphere. Nothing could be done except wait until this was all over. Water turned an emerald green but could cut your throat with its horrid taste and effects. It was as if depression had took over this world and we could do nothing to stop its burning rain. This is the life we have chosen, society has chosen this bitter life for all of us.

Surprising events had occurred throughout my life time so far and I am rather curious about what may happen in my later years. May I find love? Will I end it all? How will I cope with the various occurrences happening throughout my life?

Chapter 1- New beginnings

Dull. My surroundings were colourless and to the thought a bore. I had moved from a new town, to a new school and of course I was the, 'new kid.' Already the sites of this putrid school had threatened my existence, however I must endure it due to the divorce of my mother and father.

My name is Charlie. I am the age of sixteen and my life has been a constant bore since the day I was born. Nothing excited me and I was at a constant wonder why my life was even created. Most people think it's all to do with my adolescence but only I know me so they know nothing. I have been known to be rather distant and I'd like to keep it this way. The wave of emotions drags me to making closer bonds however I'd rather not be close to these, 'humans' as they poison almost everything they touch with their deadly scent. Sadly I am a part of their race, but I guess I have my ways to escaping reality's clutch. My eyes are different from the norm. I was born with one of the brightest eyes, (which are keen to detail.) I thank them as people usually call me a creep due to their abnormality and keeps relationships at the low. Despite all this I do feel the sense of loneliness and long for a companion, although I wish it not to be like the rest of this horrid human race.

My mother used to be a saint. Caring and undeniably beautiful, however due to the events of my childhood her loving nature had twisted to a neglectful and vicious one. Although I do tend to avoid her with the upmost I can, she still occurs in my life forevermore. I do enjoy my independence and time to be alone, however sometimes Strange. However I do know I science behind why, my sister likes to be persistent on telling me that I was adopted and not part of this family. It wouldn't be surprising if this were to be true. However my mother has shown me that I was to be in this family.

Speaking of my sister she may have said some spiteful things towards me, (to which I have said my fair share) she was like a motherly figure to me nonetheless. Charlotte. She was beautiful, elegant, the whole package. However she did have the tendency to lose various items which helps in her day-to-day activities, she was inspiring overall. Some nights we would bicker and growl and others we would smile and laugh. I loved her forevermore and she is dear to my heart. However I do envy her perfection appearance and good wits upon her, I for a fact understand that my talents are far greater.

They always have taught me to save the best until last so therefore I have. My father, Alfred, was closest to my heart and will be forevermore. Nothing would or ever will stop me from loving my dearest father. His nature was so kind, so warm-hearted that it could make a grown man cry. Sadly he had an incurable disease known as diabetes –type two- to which saddens my heart. Although I may not see him daily he always makes me smile in thought. However despite my family and how close I may hold them I do hold in some dark secrets that I do have the tendency to hide away. If they knew the thoughts in my mind I would surely be sent to an asylum for the mentally unwell.

However to the event which had occurred throughout my life does not involve these certain people mostly, they will still be active in my train of thought. However my mother was usually where my sadness and bad thought originated from, I try with her nonetheless. Her inebriated acts upon both my sister and I are not tolerant nor describable. No she did not physically attack us, except the few pushes and grabs. No she adored to make drama and mentally drain us to the point I know I think about erasing my life from all existence. Although I still cease to exist at this moment in time. Who knows, one day she might push me too far that do end up ending it all?