Being alone at home gets super boring, especially since it happens every day. No-one to talk to, nobody to make fun of, not a soul to play games with.
I looked throw some old boxes in the garage that weren't unpacked from when we moved here like... 5, 5 and a half years ago? Figured Mom would unpack something that was labeled "Photo Albums". Okay, I don't think I want to see baby pictures of me in the tub. But being curious, like very curious, I just unboxed them.
There were only a few. One labeled "Vacation Trips", another labeled "Reynold's pictures", the last one looking older than the other two, it wasn't even labeled. Just looked older than anything Mom and Dad have ever owned.
I opened it up, There was my Mom, my Dad, Desmond and the old lady, and other people that I've never met. They all were smiling in this big factory looking place.
There were pictures of rooms that looked like a place scientist worked in. Animals like monkeys, dogs, cats, rats, etc. I really didn't like the thought of my own parents harming animals and using them for whatever they used them for.
There were also newspaper articles and more of people my parents stand by with. The only thing I noticed is that my parents actually looked really happy, like as if I ruined their career there. I just think that when they had me they had to give up their dream or something like they would've made it big if they didn't have me.
I'm very tired of thinking about those kinds of things but I can't control them. My parents just never look happy enough now. It's not like I have anything special to give to them anyway.
I don't play sports or have any friends to talk to. I have nothing I'm good at, I've never been told I'm smart or talented. I've tried art but I can't even draw a good stick figure. I've never had a girlfriend once. I can't even lift a box for 30 seconds without getting extremely tired.
I'm just not a good son or a good person in general. I don't even think Ann would've wanted to go out with me even if we did date...
No, not that again- I don't want to think about! No, No, NO!
I went to my room literally banging anything really hard with my head. Eventually, I fell asleep with a huge headache. I was on the verge of tears too. I ever think about it, even now it hurts too much.
Mom and Dad get home late again. They got food from my favorite place, but I was depressed. I felt like I didn't deserve food anyways. What was the point even?
I laid in bed drowsy and hungry. I looked at one of the pictures I took from that photo album with no name. Every time I look at it I saw something new. It was only the pictures of My Parents, Desmond and that lady with the other people, I don't think it was some animal testing place like maybe they did some horrible stuff then what you would think.
That probably explains the mutant animal with big teeth in a cage, far and barley visible for anyone to not notice it the first glance of the picture...
YOU ARE READING
South Days
Narrativa generaleThis story is about a 15-year-old boy Randy Howard, who finds out about the secret his parents kept from him and the life they threw away. Warning: Please be 13 or older to read this book. It contains topics such as: Violence, depression, etc. Than...