Broken Beginning

Introduction

I have lived a simple life. No grand adventures to write about. I am just me. I have recently found out that there is a huge difference between being happy, and knowing joy. You see, I never believed in love, only that two people could know enough about each other to be able to put up with each other's crap. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

This story starts with a young boy, only twelve years old. You see, this boy was nothing special. He came from a very poor family. He had five sisters who tormented him like sisters always do, they made him play dolls and wait on the bathroom forever. The house the boy grew up in was a small two bedroom modular on a fairly quiet country road. It's only distinguishing feature was the white and yellow aluminum siding that covered the exterior. Just another normal house.

The boy was fairly normal as well. He played some sports, watched a little tv, and read a book here and there. The only thing that set him apart from any other boy his age was something nobody could see. Not even the boy himself could see this trait, because his single feature that set him apart from all other boys his age was his imagination.

It took him to space, and back to the dark ages. It took him everywhere he wanted to go, and some places he never wanted to go again. It was his only happiness in life. The boy had no friends to play with. So he read books and turned those authors' words into reality. The boy was content to be alone with a book, any book. But his altered reality included his true reality. One that showed him that love and chivalry were truly dead. That the chemical reaction the brain went through when in love was a lie, and that everyone always leaves.

AN: Don't expect this to make much sense. It is not for entertainment. It is for me to write my life down. As accurately as I can remember it, that way I can read over it and remember....