Reality

Prolouge

I hate stories that have "happily ever after" endings. The main character goes through a great deal of suffering, loss and changes to gain happiness and somehow it always works out in the end. Like Snow White whose mother dies and her father marries another woman. The father falls sick and dies and the step mother tries to kill Snow White where she lives with 7 dwarves. The step mother finds out she's still alive and manages to kill her with a cursed apple where the only way to break the curse was a true love's kiss (like wtf who even does that). Then suddenly a charming prince (whom Snow White has never seen or met of course) comes and kisses a corpse and magically Snow White is resurrected. (Guess anything can happen in fairy tales)
That's not the case in reality. Happiness doesn't always come even when you have suffered and lost a lot. Sometimes, when life screws you up, and you're sad and you don't know what to do. What then? Pick yourself up and go? Go where? Someone probably has it worse than me? Make what I'm going through insignificant so that i bottle it all up inside and never talk about it? Conceal my wounds from the outside so i can scar myself on the inside? Not every story has an happy ending. Some endings are just dark and comes to a sudden stop. Not getting better. Just a path of pitch black darkness. Endings that teach you that sometimes things never get better. Endings that spread the bitter cold truth about reality.

This is a story about two boys a few years ago. For identity's sake, I'll name them Timmy and John.