His Story

No one ever told me that life would hit you like a brick. That was because no one told me. My father was always a drunk fuck, laying on the couch demanding stupid things. As for my mother? She was there but she neglected me.

I spent the day going to school, trying my hardest to learn and fit in. Though it was hard. My clothes weren't like all the other boys. I didn't have any 'fresh' shoes, nor did I have the Calvin Klein underwear. Most of my school days were when I was push to a locker and being yelled at, or walking down the halls to only be pushed down and getting beat.

When I was at home, all I could worry about was my little sister. Stella. My father was abusive, to both Stella and I. Mostly I would get hit, to avoid Stella getting scarred. She was young and naive, and I cover it up with 'he's just teaching us a lesson.' She was too young to understand.

All my hard work goes to her. All the money I make goes to her happiness. I only get the money to buy her things to make her happy. Only because her happiness coast more than money. She's all I have. But on one stormy heated night, it all disappeared...

I walk down the dark silent road, hoping someone to find me. My throat is begging for a drip of water. My feet and back ache in pain, but all I could think about is her. Her smile, her laugh, he bubbly self. Every step, every pain in my body was for her.

This is my story on how a druggie showed me why every pain was worth it.