I'm almost 18 now, and it seems when the number of my age increases, the more I realize I didn't know much about myself.
Or to be specific, my childhood.
Most kid will remember something from their past life, something embarrassing, something that'll make them laugh when they remember it, or the very least, their best friend.
But I can't, and it doesn't seem to bother me until, that very one day, my mom asked me to find her luggage in the basement and instead of her luggage, I found a box with my name written on it.
Since the day I opened the box, I learned that there's a guy out there named Niall J. Horan who knew about my past. I also learn that my parents does not like him very much and they tried so hard to keep a distance between us. I don't get it, why? what have he done that raised so much hatred from my parents? I need to know.
I need to find this guy, no matter how hard it takes, I need to know about my past and why can't I remember them. It's not going to be easy, but I won't give up.
He left me, I cried for him everyday hoping this was all a joke and he'd come back, but no he left. I trained hard making sure that my bow and arrow skills stayed bright, fueling my work with anger. I have mastered everything and I refuse to forgive him, I hate him. My anger grows more everyday as my sadness dissapears. The argument that started it will also end it he doesn't love me and I refuse to be a fan of his. So if he does care he would come and find me only he doesnt care and never will.
These are my thoughts, but not my wishes. I want him to care, but I don't want him to find out why. He can't save me from my thoughts they are mind after all. Noone can or will know because they will send me away. My thoughts they tell me to do unspeakeable things, but they disapear when he is around, they don't like him, they are afraid of him. That's why I try to stay a respectable distance from him. My thoughts are dark, but they don't control me, I control them, I can get them to stop in fact I already have, they only fuel up when I'm angry or upset.
"Why can't you tell me?" He yelled. "Because if I do then you'll leave me!" I yelled back. That is right he will leave and make sure they take you away. I covered my ears the voices they were back. "Shut up." I dropped to my knees. He ran to me. "What is wrong?" I looked at him as the voices stopped and hugged him. This was my guardian and it all started the day he came back,
Came back for me.