To some it is a precious gift. To others, it is a curse and a cruel joke.
Some celebrate each new day, glad for their gift of existense. Others, open their eyes each dawn, and wonder why. Why do I bother? Why continue? Why not give up? They ask themselves and their maker yet, neither answer and they go on. Curseing their existence and, yet, doing nothign about it. Either out of fear or spite or some other reason that, even they either do not know or will not admit.
There are those of us that started out with much hope. We would smile on a sunny day and go out and play with the other neighborhood kids. Rolling in the grass and laughing. Ignorant of the hardships down the road. Happy.
Happy.
Until the fates saw fit to take that all away from us. Stripping away everything that was ever important and that allowed for happiness.
Everythign that once mattered, now meant nothing. Shattering your beliefs and trusts and...
Leaveing you alone.
Alone and alive.
What was once a happy child, bathed in the light.
Is now a tortured soul, shrouded in darkness.
Why?"
And in a dark corner, of a small room, a man moves, slightly. He has said what he had to say, to no one nad yet to the world at the same time and, with the parting sentences, his speech will be done, and he will be silent, until the next time.
"So it is written, and so it shall come to pass. Quote the Raven, Nevermore."
A safe haven where you are loved and cared for?
A place to go, when you have no where else to turn?
They say home is where the heart is,
To me,
Home is where my heart was brutally torn from my chest. Leaving me with nothing but pain."
The man Known as Raven slowly emerges from the shadows, walking over charred pieces of wood and shingle. A small sound of glass breaking is heard as he takes another step.
"Home is more then the buliding you grew up in. Home is the nieghborhood,
and the stores
And the playgrounds.
The place that children aticipate visiting.
THe place where the bullies will beat them for their lunch money.
The place where they wait, only to be picked last in the games.
And the schools.
Where children are scorned and made fun of.
For what reason?
Becuase they come to class, bruised and limping?
Because they don't 'fit in'?
Where I learned the painful lesson of what I was and will always be.
A misfit.
A freak.
An Outsider.
Unwanted and unloved no matter where I go or what I do. Seemingly the cause of everything that was wrong with the world.
Outcast with no where to turn.
My home was no home and my house, no haven.
Home.
A constant reminder of of feelings of unwant, unloved. Feelings of uselessness and failure."
He bends down and picks up a charred photograph of a seemingly happy family.
"Lies."
The Raven throws the piece of the past ot the ground,angrily, shattering the remaining glass in the frame.
"Quote the Raven Nevermore."
"I am a mistake.
My parents never wanted me. I came too soon and they were not ready. I stole their lives from them. Because of me, they were forced into choices that may have waited or, never happened at all.
To add to their ire,
I'm a failure.
Nothing I ever did was good enough. No matter what I did. How hard I worked or how hard I tried.
Nothing ever pleased them. Nothing was ever good enough and, I never got to hear those words of praise all children seek from those that birthed them.
All of my life. All I ever really wanted. Was to be accepted. To fit in. To be wanted and appreciated. Made to feel special, like I mattered. To have my efforts noticed. TO be loved.
But, it was not to be. I fit in nowhere, even in the places that tolerated me. I never felt part of the group.
The outsider inside.
Until recently.
A small glimmer of light.
Of hope.
Entered my life, bringing me all that I'd been looking for and more.
Still,
every now and again,
I lose grasp on the light.
I faulter and
I fail again.
Qoute the Raven, Nevermore."
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