"I'm sick of this." I say through gritted teeth as I look out my window and see a couple of boys playing basketball at the court across the street.
I can't take being locked in this damned house anymore. It's been going on for months. I miss the fresh air, the sun burning my skin, the warmth it gave me. It's not the same when I'm inside and all the curtains are pulled closed.
"May, I have your food ready. I'll put it in front of the door. Please take it and eat." My mother says from the other side of the door. She's scared she'll get infected, she's afraid to even take a step inside my room and look at me. She hasn't seen me properly for months.
And yes, I do have a girl's name even though I'm a boy. Well, not a boy anymore, I'm almost 20 so should I call myself a man?
My mother told me the story about how I got my name when I was younger.
She said that not her or my father wanted to know the gender of the child, they didn't know I was male until after I was given the name.
Apparently, my mother loved spring, especially May. Since it's the last month of spring and beginning of summer, the weather is perfect, she was born that month, my parents got married that month too and I was born on the 31st of May too. Just in time for my name to fit perfectly.When I was younger I hated it, I thought it was too girly, everyone made fun of it and I couldn't wait to change it when I would grow up. But, as I grew I saw it differently. I saw it as unique, something rare and meant only for those who are special.
And I was special.
Everyone told me that.
It started from my parents who were proud of their one and only son to be so smart. Since I was just a toddler I learnt how to read and count to 100. I remember I loved when my mom would read me bedtime stories, I loved it so much that I wanted to learn and do it by myself. So I did. I asked my mom to help me and together with her, I managed to learn the alphabet at the young age of four. After that I read... and read... and read, my days were filled with me looking at nothing else but books. I loved them. I secretly stole very advanced books for my age at the time and my vocabulary grew, so when I started going to school I talked with words none of my classmates understood. My teacher told me that if I want to make them understand I should talk like they do. It was very confusing to me as to why I would need to change to make friends but I did. I spoke with words they'd understand, but I didn't make friends. Because, they already labeled me as weird. And I stayed that way until the end.
Them treating me like that though, only made me want to prove to them just how much of a freak I could be, so I studied more. I learned so much that by the time I was supposed to be in middle school, I was allowed to skip those grades and go directly into high school.
What I didn't foresee though was how rough and stupid those kids would be. I read about the typical high school kids but I only thought they were fiction. Turned out they weren't.
I was only 12 and in high school, I had no friends but I pushed through. I was my own friend.
That was the period when the most tragic moment of my life happened too.
My father's death.
He had pneumonia and it took one fine, May day for him to pass.
From then on, everything changed.
My mother was completely broken, I went into seclusion of my mind, I was just a walking and breathing body, doing everyday tasks just so they would be done.
It took me a few years to get back to normal, but my mother was the same. She had nobody left except for me. And she didn't feel the same love she did for me. I noticed that in the way she acted. And I knew exactly why she felt that towards me.
My name is May, based on the month that gave her so much happiness, the month that unexpectedly became the most hated in just a blink of an eye.
My name reminded her of everything that was once good, but can't be anymore.
And I lived with it.
I accepted that my life would be just a routine. Wake up, go to school, make dinner, eat, sleep.
I finished high school at the fresh age of 16 and the graduation was nothing I expected. Even though the principal told the school that their genius would graduate they didn't come to congratulate me, instead they bid me farewell with a banner that said 'bye freak'. I remember how happy I was at that moment.
I laughed so hard that the principal and teachers that surrounded me went into shock. After I laughed so hard, tears fell from my eyes, I snatched my diploma and with a goodbye I left my high school days as distant memories locked in my mind.
After that I took a two year break to go and travel. I went by myself and my mother was more than happy to be alone a little. That trip around the world, even though it started as something good for both of us, ended as something bad.
That was the time when I caught this thing that won't let me breathe the fresh air and the sun hit my skin.
The never before seen illness that caused everyone to fear me.
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This part is more of a backstory to our main character, the next part will be completely different, with a new addition to the story.😉
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