Shattered: Monster's Heart

Sha ter red

"And in the end, we're just a generation of fucked up kids with broken hearts and scars on wrists."

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I was born with a criminal's and a prostitute's blood. Scrutinizing eyes are on me because of my parents. My dad's still in prison while my mom is nowhere to be found but she deposits 10k every month in my card. I visit my dad once in a week and we're pretty close. I don't even know why he's still in jail. He's smart and a good man, this isn't biased just because he's my father. He told me the reason why he's in there and he blamed my mom. I know that mom's not the reason he's here. Maybe the reason is very confidential that's why he won't tell me. I'm not really sure if my mom's a prostitute. But it's fine, as long as I'm living alright with my mom's money and the daily visit of my dad.

I was raised by a policeman. My dad begged him because my mom can't raise me. She almost left me in the dumps. Carlo's a great policeman and I'm very surprised because dad and Carlo are close. They are best friends since high school as I've heard, maybe that's also the reason why he took me in and raised me like his own kid. I'm very thankful because he took care of me and loved me this whole time. He never complained that I'm in his house or an annoyance or a hindrance in his work. He didn't mind the rumours going around that he's raising a 'monster'. He's a good man because he told me about my father and lets me visit him. He enrolled me in preschool, grade school and even in high school. He helped me graduate and now, to study in the most popular university in the city. I was always the valedictorian of the class and what motivates me is him and my dad.

As I turned 17, mom stood up in front of me and introduced herself. I cried and hugged her so tight, she hugged me back. I'm tall compared to my mom, she's short and I thought that cute girls with this height is my dad's type. I'm glad that I'm 6'2 with my age and I thank Dad for this height and I guess my face is like this because of my parents. Dad's good-looking but my mother is beautiful and my face resembles my dad. I'm not mad because mom wasn't the one who raised me. I'm still thankful because he treated me like his son. She was with me for a day and left me with a card. She told me to use it for my needs, everything that I want. She hugged me for the last time and a shiny car arrived. Someone went out and... he looks like my dad! He kissed her and he glared at me like I'm some trash in the street. A little girl went out the car and hugged my mom. Things started to connect. Stories of dad, Carlo and mom. Maybe Dad was in prison because they committed adultery and this little girl is my half sister. I was surprised when the little girl waved her hand and smiled at me. I ran up to this happy family and greeted this man, my uncle perhaps. He hesitated for a minute but still shook hands in the end. My sister is also short just like my mom but I know that she'll grow. I asked what her name is and told me it's Jaycee, or Jessie or JC. I'm quite surprised because our names sounded the same. I smiled and tousled her hair and introduced myself as her big brother. I hugged her and mom for the last time. I bowed down my head a bit to my uncle and he did the same. He smiled at me and told me he thought that I'm just like my dad and he was wrong. They bid their farewells and I was left behind. 

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April 11, 2019/5:15pm