The permanent smile that haunted Feliks' face was plastered on. His mind was racing as he looked at his father, smoking a cigarette and drinking from his silver flask. Tears filled Feliks' eyes and his smile went down a notch. A tedious smirk was plastered on his father's face. The host caught his attention when she called his name.
"Feliks! Come here!" A pretty Polish woman said in her welcoming voice.
" Hello" Feliks greeted, smiling.
" Welcome to the pageant! What is your aspiration in life?" The woman asked enthusiastically
"M-my aspiration..... uh my aspiration... A-aspiration ..." Feliks trailed off looking at his father .
His father looked back at him in anger.
"To be happy of course" Feliks stated timidly.
T I M E S K I P
" Throw it up, you little bitch" Feliks' father yelled
" Dad!! No" The 9 year old sobbed weakly
His father threw Feliks against a wall and grabbed Feliks by his neck, choking him.
" I wouldn't give up anything for you! Anything! I accepted you , faggot! You like to dress up as a girl and you love boys, huh?!"
" Dad no!" Feliks cried
" I will make you as skinny as possible. No matter what!" His father said punching his son repeatedly in the stomach until he vomited.
Feliks could see black spot and he stumbled to the mirror, reaching for the pills. He felt everything weaken and he fell on his back. The last thing he did was smile before passing out.
A/N
This is angsty af! Don't be mad! I will post an update tomorrow! For now, adios!
