Chess. Chess is what distracted me. Whenever my parents started fighting, I would play chess, forgetting the stress of the world. It all seemed to dissolve around me as I moved that first piece. But when my game ended, everything came flooding back. The sound of screaming filled my ears. As I write this, it still does. For some reason, even chess hasn't distracted me anymore lately. I just sit in my room as they argue. There's not much else for me to do. I have my laptop too, but when I use that, it causes me to be more upset than before. So I wait for it to end.
This time, though, the shouting sounds much more fearful than anger. It doesn't last very long, either. There's just an abrupt stop. Soon after, I heard a single sob. That's when it fell silent. I had no idea what this meant. They had never done something like this before. Maybe they had finally reconciled? Of course, it wasn't very likely. It was possible that they instead both fainted from loss of energy.
I pulled myself off of the rather uncomfortable bed, flinching when the floorboards gave a loud creak. It always happened, but I never completely expected it, especially when I hadn't gotten up in about an hour. They sounded like they were right outside my door. That was a first. Well, let's see what's happening. Not like it can be that bad. Just another fight, right? A..rare fight. By "rare", I mean the way it ended. Them fighting is not rare at all. Pretty sure I've said that already.
Now that I think about it, I've never fully introduced myself, have I? Introductions are rather important, since I'll be your main narrator throughout this tale. Not knowing who I am would be odd. So, here we go. My name is Marvin Abelman. I've been on this Earth for fourteen years, and dealing with my argumentative parents since day one. They barely notice me anymore. Too focused on arguing. Of course, it keeps me out of the fights, so I can't complain. I like playing chess- which I suppose you already knew-, musicals, and reading. What are my favorite musicals? That's a good question. Hamilton is the only one I've really listened to. People on Tumblr say Falsettos is good, but I haven't had the time to listen to it. Maybe I'll get to it once I deal with my parents.
When I arrived..it really wasn't something I expected. There was red liquid oozing from my mother, and my father was hanging from the ceiling. A knife laid beside her. This had never come to my mind. I never thought they hated each other so much that- well, that my dad would kill my mom. It probably would've come eventually, though. Still, I couldn't help but feel incredibly panicked because of the whole thing.
Guess what happened next? Surprise, surprise, I called the cops. They checked everything out and ushered me out. Someone brought me to this orphanage nearby. I've been there ever since. Instead of my parents screaming, though, it's just other kids. I don't even have my chess set to distract myself. Life had really changed ever since then. Maybe I was the reason they turned out so rotten. My grandmother told me they used to be deep in love. It was one of her last sentences to me. I've been thinking about that for a while now. Still, there's no need to dwell on it. I can't do anything to change everything now. They were already confirmed dead. So what was the point in being upset?
That's all I have for now. That makes it the end of the chapter, I suppose. Thanks for reading. My life probably won't get better from here. No one will adopt me, and I'll spend the rest of my childhood in an orphanage. It's like this book series I used to read: A Series of Unfortunate Events. Except I was alone throughout the whole thing. Bye for now.
authors note: thank you for reading my first chapter!! ill try to release new parts whenever i can, so yeah! have fun!
