Desires

Desires

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Sein Name war Keith,Ist das wichtig? Nein,es ist nur ein Name und Namen haben in dieser Geschichte keine Bedeutung.Nein es geht nur um Verlangen Liebe,Lust,Hass,Wut egal welche dieser "Emotionen" uns packt im Grunde löst jede einfach nur Verlangen aus.Das Verlangen nach jemandem,das Verlangen nach Vergeltung oder auch das Verlangen jemandem zu schaden.Verlangen das uns packt und nicht wieder los lässt fast schon animalische gelüste die in in roher primitiver Form allen Normen des Zusammenlebens wiedersprechen...ihr werdet noch sehen was ich damit meine. Wers braucht das ist Kapitel 1(Keith) oder so Keith ist 16 Jahre alt und ein sehr nachdenklicher Junge.Sohn einer alleinerziehenden Mutter,sein Vater hatte sie verlassen als er 6 war seine Mutter war damals deutlich überfordert.So hatte sie sich oft nicht unter Kontrolle und es kam häufig zu Gewalt,als Erinnerung daran trägt er eine Narbe am Hinterkopf.Dort hatte seine Mutter eine Teekanne zerschmettert.Da er weder Zuhause noch in der Schule die Zeit hatte seine Gedanken zu orden ging er ziemlich zerstreut durchs Leben.Es war eine sehr einsame Zeit,verängstigt und unfähig die Bindungen die zwischen Menschen entstehen zu verstehen,erkennen und einzuordnen.So ging er die Jahre emotional verschlossen durch sein Leben.Während man sich entwickelt und vieles sich verändert seine Gedanken mit niemandem teilen zu können war nicht immer einfach.Mit anderen Menschen über solche veränderungen sprechen aneinander wachsen all das fehlte ihm.Mit gefühlen umgehen ist etwas wichtiges das jeder gelernt haben sollte,doch das hat er nicht.So ging er durch die Jahre und machte belangenlose Bekanntschaften um sich die Zeit zu vertreiben oder in der Schule nicht allein zu sein.DIe Menschen an sich wahren ihm egal im ging es um den Nutzen den sie für ihn hatten am Ende verschwanden sie ja doch aus seinem Leben.Er wechselte drei mal die Klasse,da er sich immer zu sehr darauf Konzentrierte diese zu verstehen so blieben seine
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She scowls. He smiles. She glowers. He laughs. She's cold. He's open. She hides with hate. He hides with jokes. Polar opposites. That doesn't stop them from loving each other. People say that some stars shine brighter than others. Leo Caldas knew that quote by heart. Being in a family of nine was hard. And he was the youngest. You would think, "Wow, the youngest? Lucky!" No. NOT lucky. Leo hated being the youngest. Not only was he bullied by his older siblings, he was shoved around like the middle child. His parents forgot he existed. They looked at him like, "Oh. He's still here." The worst part? They were divorced. Which meant he was always tossed around back and forth to each guardian, just waiting to be loved! His other siblings- might he add were ALWAYS given attention- had found their home. Some of his siblings stayed with his mother. And the rest stayed with his father. Both permanent. And Leo? He appreciates the concern. He went from place to place. He just couldn't find his home. What did he do to cope? He smiled. Instead of moping and sulking and doing what everyone else would have done, Leo Caldas smiled through it. It was all he knew how to do. "Pain is the best teacher". Jade Skai hated that quote with all her heart. Partly, because it was true. Pain was the best teacher. Fear coming in halfway. What was worse? When pain decided to side with fear and work together. She had felt both. Multiple times. And the feeling sucked. Jade was not your normal happy sunshiny girl. No. She was cold, having a snappy tongue and a heartless nature. That was her father's fault. Her mother had died when Jade was born. And it tore her father apart. He now sat at home. Drinking alcohol anytime she saw him. To add to the trauma, her father also beat her. Almost every night. For years since she turned ten. She was a very troubled girl. It wasn't her fault.

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