Merome and Skylox One-Shots

I See The Truth

There was this boy you see. He was born into a rich family and had the highest grade average of the whole school. He was popular and had everything he could ask for. He was always more attached to his father, like everyone else. His father had this spirit that could make anyone smile. His family was liked and loved throughout the neighborhood. As you can see, he had an amazing life anyone would die to have it. But there's one missing piece to the puzzle. A long far way from deep down alleys and dumpsters you can find a little wooden house. It's broken and worn out, it didn't even have windows. Here, a boy no older than the other rich lad, lives among these poor conditions. His parents had abandoned him at a young age, resulting to him finding a place to stay. Finding this little wooden house he looked and stayed. It has been his home for as long as he can remember. While other people would find this sad and disgusting, the tall young boy was happy.

Now lets go back to the rich lad shall we? When growing up he feared of being an imperfect son trying his best at everything to piano, his studies, and soccer. His mother would always tell him he had to succeed. He had to be the best, be the perfect son. She would always by him small gifts like a knew notebook to study in, or a brand new calculator that hasn't even been released in stores. Though he appreciated it, he didn't want it. He never wanted money or gifts or remotely anything. He would always be locked in his room, his nose in a book and pen in his hand. It wasn't his choice though. He just wanted to make his mother proud and if a little sadness was all it took then it was worth it. As years went on, his sadness grew. It became harder to study that he abandoned his friends. Now you may be wondering where is his father? Times were getting tough but there was one thing always willing to make the saddened boy smile. When his mother would go to work, his father and him would go out into the woods near a small pond to climb trees or sit on the larger stones and laugh. That was the only thing keeping him sane and healthy to. The boy had a mental illness causing him to hear voices and hallucinate, though his father would make sure he took his pills and got well rest. His mother never found out, not wanted to break the news of there perfect son having a major flaw. It was when a year had past since his father died did his mother finally find out. He was only 15 when a brain tumor took his father away from him, leaving him in this cruel twisted world alone. His mother would merely send him a glance once or twice if he were lucky and then she would scurry of to work ignoring her only son. The young lad never understood why his mother started to ignore him. Was it because he looked to much like his father? People would always point out the similarities between the two. When the boy turned 16 he stopped taking his medication. It was also the year his mother started doing drugs like weed and pills. His pills to be exact. She would never question why he had them in the first time. The broken boy slowly but surely started going crazy. He started to hallucinate, seeing weird monsters in his room at night or sometimes seeing his father looking at him through windows at school. Kids at school started to see the change in him, as he twitch in his chair and would stare at a wall with fright. His friends soon abandoned him seeing as there ex-friend was going insane. His grades were also dropping rapidly, seeing as the monsters that lurk in his bedroom don't let him sleep or study. The perfect rich young lad now was the loner who just so happens to be mental. His life was over.

How about we go back to the other boy. As the years went on the poor boy wasn't so poor anymore. He started attending school hoping for a difference in his life and the change came. He got offered a job that payed well and was able to rent a small apartment which was still dirty and smelly but better than where he used to be. As I said, he attends his local school so he must have seen the rich boy walk down the halls sometimes and at lunch sit with the cool kids. He always though he was a snob. People to selfish and drowning in there owning loathing. He never liked that stupid rich boy the moment he laid his eyes on him. 1-2 inches shorter than him, brown hair with chocolate brown eyes, and what he hated most was that smile. He was all fake. The taller boy knew it to. When the rich boy started to show his slipping sanity was when he knew he was right. Fake smile. Fake laugh. Fake friends. Fake everything. He didn't understand how the rich boy, who had everything, could be so sad. He saw as the days and weeks went on as he started losing his friends, his wealthy appeal, and what he thinks is the worst was his smile. The wealthy young boy didn't even attempt to smile or laugh or even talk to anyone. The once poor boy felt bad for him so went and talked to him. They talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. He never knew the wealthy boy was a great companion. They made each other laugh, smile, and happy. They just brought the best out of each other.