Numb.
That's how he felt, his pale skin contrasting with his madeira locks, to create not a person rather a body without a soul. Everyday, he had to endure and prevail through the taunting eyes of society, disapprovingly looking down upon his prosthetic leg.
It's not fair. Why did I have to be the only one who got injured. Why couldn't have someone else been in my place? Why me?
His bitter resentment of the past, made him sigh as he continued sketching, a porpoise coloured pencil in his hand. Drawing, was an occupation he enjoyed as it met him have control of everything, he could manipulate the situation. Eliminate any mistakes.
Plan out someone's fate.
Is this how God feels when, planning our life stories out? Mum always says he has everyone's stories written. Why couldn't he have made my story a 'Happily Ever After'?
"Oi fag get out here and have your dinner ma ain't gonna heat it up for you."
The disdainful voice of his brother, traveled through the air, the irritating bleat distracting him from his drawing. Then again, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
His deformity, made all his loved ones say goodbye.
His deformity replaced them with monsters.
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Hey guys, I hope that you all enjoy this story. I would like to dedicate this chapter to horanered -she inspired me for this story♡♡
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Short StoryHis deformity and skin is what makes him different...his deformity is what makes him unique...his deformity is what makes him say goodbye.
