I'm the Real Monster

This is a work of fiction.
Monster. That is was the boy was called. Everyone seemed to be disgusted with him, with his eyes. He's asked his mother many times why he was different. She never fully answered the question. After all, he was her precious child, and he didn't need to know. Monster. Monster.
One early morning, the boy wakes up to find another child injured and asleep outside his house. He finds out that the child is in a similar situation to his. What was the meaning behind their meeting? Was it fate?
Attention!: I'm a bad writer, so I don't know if this story actually has a plot. If you enjoy stories that have an amazing plot structure, don't read.