"My name is Owen. Yes just Owen no fancy surname like Owen King or Owen Smith , just plain Owen. If I did have one well I would've long abandoned it, why you may wonder hahaha."
He chuckled softly as he looked at the blood red sky with seemingly no end and in the middle of it was a red ball that made him feel like he was being watched, he felt like even the number of hair on his scalp was known to that red ball.
He chuckled once more before turning his gaze elsewhere, not a specific spot just away from that ..whatever it was. He thought to himself what was he on about again?
"Ah.. hehe back to whoever is wondering well I was abandoned.. like abracadabra bish I was disposed of in some dumpster in some dark alley"
A large dust cloud appeared out of nowhere and gathered energy like a tropical cyclone or hurricane or typhoon..multiple names but same thing before heading straight towards him.
He scratched the back of his head as he looked at the large dust cloud coming towards him quickly but still he didn't show much of a reaction, seemed like a daily occurrence to him
"How do I know this.. well this is what my adoptive family tells me everyday actually not telling. It is a hard punch to the face literally, two or more broken ribs give or take and fractured bones here and there" he sighed loudly
" A lot of shouting that I'm a mistake and should have been left.. well you know the rest...hmm what else.. oh and a bunch of objects that seem oddly attracted to my malnourished body."
He looked at his body which looked buffed than malnourished, he had pale skin, brown eyes and black hair.
"Yeah and very ugly hahaha at least that's what I hear everyday"
The wind started getting stronger as the dust cloud got closer with each passing second.
"Well I should be breaking down right now but sadly I can't currently haha...I courted death so many times and half the time it ain't me who is trying to court her i mean seriously i look like a shriveled up berry. Well I do have a few cuts cause of a few failed courtings but still I'm gonna sleep with death one day..she has been close to me for as long as I can remember"
A red flame intertwined with black was embedded in his right arm, it covered his arm like a tattoo it was consuming him..no consuming something within him.
"Guess I know where all my negative thoughts and feelings go before I can even conjure them in my head in this sht of a place but it's better than out there"
The wind whistled loudly as the dust cloud approached 6 feet away from Owen. suddenly in the sky the red ball blinked and the instant it did Owen was engulfed within the storm and he screamed his lungs out.
Then boom.
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In a dark room a boy suddenly jolted up screaming before hurriedly placing his palm on his mouth. He sat there for a hour and a quarter trying to calm himself, mentally he may have been prepared but his body wasn't.
"Haa..haa .. God not this bullsh*t again " he breathed heavily as he touched his chest ,specifically where his heart was and he felt it pumping blood crazily.
He looked around the room which could not be called a bedroom honestly.
The bedroom resembled an abandoned house, its once vibrant charm now faded into a haunting stillness. Dust settled thickly on every surface, and the air carried a musty scent that hinted at years of neglect.
The walls were painted in peeling, muted tones, with patches of wallpaper hanging loosely, revealing the underlying plaster. A cracked window letting in slivers of dim light, casting eerie shadows across the room double bed, its mattress sunken and sagging, covered with a stained but once colorful quilt. The bedframe looked warped and splintered, a testament to its age. Torn sheets lay crumpled on the floor, as if hastily discarded.
Beside the bed a clock stopped at 5:15am, and a few yellowed books, their pages dog-eared and brittle.Inside a shabby looking wardrobe, faded clothes hang limp, moth-eaten and forgotten. A scattered collection of shoes lies haphazardly under the bed, collecting dust like forgotten memories.
The floorboards creak softly underfoot, some warped and uneven, while others are adorned with stains that tell untold stories. The remnants of an old rug peek out from beneath the bed, frayed and discolored.
An unsettling silence filled the room, broken only by the ragged breathing of the boy on the bed.
It took him another 30 minutes to properly calm down before looking at his malnourished body, he was buffed in his dreams with a red and black flame tattoo over his whole arm, that tattoo looked more like a Eastern dragon on fire.
"Well not like it was real I guess" he sighed deeply
He got up slowly from his bed with his body shaking from time to time as if he could not handle his own weight. While wearing black and blue boxer which seemed particularly large for him. He didn't waste time and went towards his bed room door and once he opened it there was a clear difference between the inside and outside of the room. Everything about it screamed rich...not like the I can buy the crown of England rich but the type which just shows I'm living my best.
The moment he stepped out he heard a click to his right that was where his step sister's room was located, 10 meters away from his room. He didn't even look to the side he just went back in and gently closed his door.
He acted like he didn't exist he just sat down with his back to the wall,his knees cradled close as if they were one with his upper body. Owen's body started shaking.
"I'm not here ...I'm not here ..I'm not here"
He completely lost it ,he kept repeating the same words as if he were a mocking bird
"Oi! You ugly thing get out of that mental health room you call home right this instant!"