Melancholy Prince

He stares ahead like he is soulless. His blank expression and minimum words. Yet those minimum words aren't so bright .... Who is this Melancholy boy in the desk in front of me? No one acts like this, no one can beat him. But what is his name? I am not sure myself, no one knows, no one dares to ask him, always a silent answer, no response, nothing. Other call him a names such as Freak, or Zero because of his very minimum words. But in my head, in my imagination, I call him The Melancholy Prince. I might not know him, or spoken to him. But his melancholy personality beats all that I have seen. But yet ... I sympathize for him. I see all the students bother him, harass him with awful notes on his desk and locker, everywhere this Melancholy Prince goes. I call him The Melancholy Prince, cause yet ... if he acts very melancholy, and what others say depressed, emo? In my head, in my world, in my imagination ... I see him as a Prince. A prince that someday, at least someone, or something will respect him, treat him well, let him be happy, just like all of us, how a prince should be. I may not know him but I might speak with him one day, but for now in my imagination, I will call him Melancholy Prince.

I apologize if they are spelling and slight grammar mistakes. I will edit them later and you may comment my mistakes if you would like, that would help if I go back to edit older chapters

DISCLAIMER: Note this story was partially based on a true story. This story also deals with topics that may be sensitive to viewers/readers. This includes Parental issues, attempted suicide, partial self harm, bulling, and so on. Although topics like attempted suicide and self harm will be written minimally.