Germany.
CRACK!!!
The sound of a hand connecting with a face was an unusual one. It sounded comic-like, yet painful.
He had been punched and kicked and shouted at. He had been used and abused to the very limit.
There was something very shameful, however, about being slapped. Sure, it didn't hurt as much as a knife to the shoulder, as his father had done before his mother hit him. It made him feel worthless. Downgrading. His parents and Schwester left him to clean up the blood. The water turned red, as he put antiseptic on his knife wound, his cheek still stiging from the slap. He could still hear their laughter as they walked out of the door.
They made him sick.
He was never good enough. How many times had he been to Herr Doktor?
How many times had he dislocated his shoulder?
He had been used and abused too many times.
The red water created a swirling whirlpool as it went down the drain. To some, it might've looked beautiful. But not to Arnolf. He never wanted to see that colour ever again.
Ever.
He had enough. He was tired of them all. He was tired of being looked down apon. Tired of never being able to participate in sport. Tired of the hospitals. Tired of the doktors. Tired off this place. Tired of his schwester. Tired of his mutter. Tired of his vater. He was tired of his home. He was tire. Just plain tired of everything here.
There was nothing for him here.
He didn't have much. It was quite sad, actually.
He gathered everything up and lept out of the window.
He was never going back.
That was it.
He was done.
He couldn't be Arnolf. They would find him with that name. He would change it. Norman was an English surname. He would change himself.
Angus.
Different, but not so much that he would forget himself. Because he didn't want to. He wanted to be him. Just him. And so, he left everything he had ever known.
Angus Norman was five years old. His family was rich, they could afford things, but he was still in a war zone. And he ran away from it.
He ran away.
Translation:
Herr - Mr
Doktor - Doctor
Schwester - Sister
Mutter - Mother
Vater - Father
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