Best of me
He turned around, it was only 5 a.m and the sun was surfacingHe could not sleep, no matter how hard he tried to clear his mind off the thoughts that was lurking around his mind, they would creep back slowly and without his notice. Too many things has happen, and he knew he could no longer bear to face reality everything around him was nothing but a fallacy everything he thought to be true, everything he tried so hard to do, all the things he done to please he's parents, all of them were only his own wishful thinking, thinking that tomorrow would be a better day. What is today but yesterday is tomorrow. He could not bare to stay on this losing end anymore. Everyone he held so dear, Everything he held so tightly on were nothing now but a memory everything he once knew, were no longer what he thought to be He blamed himself for believing in the lies, blamed himself for being naive and ignorant. Because all he got out of believing, was false hopes. He's computer was on as usual, But he did not touch the thing He refused to belive in what the screen told him, A single window remained motionless on his screen, with words that made him quiver, words that made his hardy self break, words that made his heart frozen. At first came hate and anger, than came sadness and despair. He's "parents" would be leaving, and tomorrow he will be staying at his old home, The Orphanage of Good He never dared confront his "parents" in everything they did and only communicated through the World Wide Web No matter how hard he tried, to please everyone around him, His adopted parents, his sister and his friends. No matter how hard he tried, he's best was never enough His "family" treated him as filth, or rather something known as the untouchables. His sister was nasty, a real slut and she was only primary four He was older than her, but the bullying came from her and everyday he would swear to god that he will kill his sister, but he did not have the guts to do so. He tried to please his parents, but they only saw fault in his doings. His friends after knowing he was adopted, started ignoring him. and the many attempts he made to communicate with them all he got were cold glares and silence. He turned towards his computer, or rather his sister's future computer and stared at the window once moreAnd he sweared so loud that he would have woken up the entire house if the room wasn't soundproof. and he screamed "Fuck no was he returning to that hell hole" He thought to himself The orphanage of Good sounded like a good place But what was going on behind close doors were clearly pure evil. The children were treated like slaves and were only pardoned when adults were there for adoption. They were treated like vermins, like a plague, just because they were abandoned. and know he would be the first ever child to break the guiness world record of being abandoned twice. He turned towards the door of his room, it was locked from the outside, and could only open with the electronic card which was held by his "parents". Fortunately, his brains proved to be of a use for once. He had managed to open the door with his computer the other day. and he was prepared to do so again, to be free from this cruel world that he was trapped in. A prison was where he was staying, and a slave house would be where he would be going if he did not leave. He Wiped the tears off his face and began the programme. He had already packed all the things he needed. He deactivated the alarm on his door, the main door and the laser tripwire alarms. He was ready, he wore the gloves that had a special coating which was filled with his "dad's" hand print. The door open, and he sneaked quickly but skillfully through the house. He pass the tripwires and continued towards the door. "Scanning complete, goodbye Mr Tawney" the electronic voice spoke. He was out at last, out of the prison, he prevented another life at the hellhole. And he was ready to run. He turned back and faced the mansion where he was kept imprisoned. "FUCK YEAH!!" with those last few words he left.and no matter how hard he tried, his best was never enough
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