Chapter Two: The Ghost

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My mothers death left me alone with my father as my only living family. Most people would have been greatful for even one person to make sure they didn't fall into the depths of despair but I would have been better if he died in her stead.
My father wasnt a man of many emotions. He bottled up everything until it became a black hole that swallowed everything and made everyone around him grow to become hateful of his being. I was the only one who was ever near him, though it was not by choice.
The only person who could love him was my mother. She some how saw past the angery shell to a loving man. She seemed to be the only wall that held him off the edge of the monsterous person he really was. When she passed, that wall broke in half leaving me to face the beast alone.
My father would have me do impossible tasks and if they were not completed by the time he had set I would be beaten until blood dripped from my body. It wasn't long before I couldnt go out in public with out having to cover my arms in bandages to hide the scars and fresh wounds.
I was only eight years old when this started. Most children would have told someone, anyone who would listen that this was happening but I couldn't. The fight or flight instinct was stuck on flight. Fearful to do anything but sit and take it, not daring to fight back. Then again who was I to question my own flesh and blood? He was my father and I was his son. He was always right and I was always wrong.
Years passed and my life did not get any better.
A few weeks after my mothers death I had returned to school. The once brightest student of Tepton Elementary had become a ghost mearly watching the boy he once was walk lifelessly threw the world.
I guess it wasn't there fault that they hurt me just by mentioning the tragic incident. They only wanted to offer there condolences. Though by doing this it made me long to be by myself more then ever.
It didnt take long before I had given up all hope and had shut everyone out. Being alone was better. No one knew what I was going threw and no one could know. I had shut myself out from the world and locked the door behind me.
I had made sure that the wall between me and the world was unbreakable. I turned into a ghost mearly watching the world pass by.

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