The EverLife Game

Humanity's Slave

" Hello there, can you please tell me what you remember try starting with your school life." a voice said. I seemed to be in a dark empty space with my entire body suspended in mid-air.

"My name is Argo Manleah and I'm your average student who had an average house, an average family and pretty much an all around average life. No. That's not the truth, not even close, If that was the life I lived I wouldn't be now would I; the life I lived on Earth was like a nightmare no matter how hard you tried you couldn't wake up from. In school I was the laughing stock or the court jester if you would, no one ever wanted me there and the only time was needed it was because someone wanted to entertain others by harassing me. They would pull down my pants and take pictures of me so that I wouldn't go and tell on them which worked since I never did, even when people saw it happen they only murmured or laughed amongst themselves and there were even some that said stuff like "someone should help" or "he's probably just being a baby". Instead of helping me and risking their self they wanted someone else to do it for them like in stories with a pure hearted, innocent, all powerful hero coming in to saves the day, but this is reality where people can die and where people are selfish, self-centered, petty, ruthless bastards not some fantasy bullcrap where everyone lives happily ever after!" I said aggressively.

"What about you family, can you please tell me about them?" a voice said.

"Before I go on can you tell me who you are since I'm literally telling you my entire life story?" I said tilting my head and crossing my shoulders.

"When I've finished asking you question I will tell you who I am," the voice answered "Now please tell me about your family." the voice said waiting for Argo to continue.

"Alright fine I'll continue answering your questions and feeding your curiosity that seems to be very be hungry for more answers to its questions. I know when people think of families they think of a loving mother and a father that has tough love on there son or they can just have one parent instead of both which is most common. My family was similar in the aspect that I had both parents which is my mom to raised me in the U.S. and my dad who made money by working in a different school as a principle where he made decent money. My family was perfect for me and even though I was bullied and treated as nothing more than trash I enjoyed my family, until one day my dad went to work and had to deal with a girl who was had a rich and was well a whore or slut whatever floats your boat. The girl was in trouble for skipping classes because she didn't want to take class and instead smoke, she was about to get a referral home with an expulsion to boot when she used her certain skills to seduce me dad. This wasn't the only time though it kept happening and the worst part is that it just was so predictable like a bad Reality Housewives episode that you just can't stand to see rerun. My mom found out the next day filled with disappointment and rage she was heartbroken to her core so much so that she went into a state of shock which put her in a comma even now. The next five days after that were relatively average for me as I went to school and was bullied for others amusement, every night after mom was into a comma my dad went out which he didn't come back until late at night." I said crossing my arms and closing my eyes; in my thoughts thinking, remembering the events.

"Why did he go out every night or do you already know why he went out every night?" the voice asked trying to dig deeper into the Argo's story like a news reporter looking for story or a reality tv show director looking for drama.

"I do know where he went and I really wish I didn't though. When I first discovered that he was frequently going out it finally made sense why he was so exhausted and smelled like alcohol. When I found out he was going to the club as he unleashed his lust with no end I wasn't angry or sad just overwhelmingly disappointed like our roles as father and son were switched the other way around. I decided to confront him about it when he came back from the club called "Happy Hour" which after waiting two and a half ours. I saw him walk through the door with a relieved, nonchalant, sinister smile that I never saw on him, but it was familiar in a sense I saw it before though at the time I couldn't quite put my finger on it. My dad started talking to himself saying things like "that was amazing like always" including  "I spent so much money there pleasuring myself, but it's not enough" while mumbling I heard him say something about taking some of the money away from helping mom with her comma which made my heart sink like the titanic. What was supposed to be a confrontation for my dad's problem turned into a confrontation against my dad, I guess he didn't notice me yet." I said looking down depressed.