Books were his escape from the cruel world he lived in. He imagined he lived in the story, he never wanted the book to end. His life was pure hell. He had no friends, his parent didn't care about him at all. His siblings treated him like shit just because he was smarter. He never taunted them or gave them a real reason to hurt him. They were just insecure, and were mean to him to feel better about themselves. Music was another reason to live for him. He found comfort in the words of hope and happiness. One Drection was his favorite band, he even had a secret Tumblr and Twitter dedicated to everthing they did. He was constantly tweeting them, hoping for a response but never got one. He knew that there were millions of others hoping for the same thing. He didn't have many friends. Brianna was his closest friend. They were always talking and everything.
