Ezzor went to his bed and slept peacefully, not caring about the 4 boys in the room.
Next day, when he woke from his sleep and got freshened up,
Although the building was very old, it had the basic necessities such as an attached bathroom to one's room.
Then he went to the hall to eat his food.
Thankfully, people did not surround him now.
But he could hear the whispers from the distance, but he didn't care.
All he wanted now was to be left alone.
While he was going to his room, he heard one of the boys who was in the room muttering slowly to the other guys that,
"I am saying he is not normal, he sounds weird sometimes, and once he was screaming at the top of his voice."
The other boys nodded at the remarks of the boy's statements, as if they all heard the screams at night.
Ezzor could see the other people beginning to distance themselves from him.
It was like he was a person carrying a dangerous disease, and they were avoiding it to not catch it.
Not caring, he went back to his room.
Ezzor went to his room's corner, where there was a table, and opened up a book and started to write with a quill in the book.
He started to write; they were weird characters not familiar to human language.
It was a language taught to him by his uncle. His uncle said that this language was his own creation and no one in the world could know about this language, only the two of them.
He started to write,
"/ It all feels new being surrounded by so many people at one time.
I wanted to make new friends and play with them,
and I wanted to slowly say and greet them.
But before I could say anything, they all rushed to me.
I felt panicked, so I didn't say anything and remained quiet. I didn't want to talk to them.
It's as if I am scared to speak to them.
I just wanted to speak, just once, but… no, no, I froze.
I just froze, not talking to them.
I just ran off to my room which was assigned to me by the old lady.
I know I need to change this, so at least I wanted to connect with the people in the room that was provided to me.
So I went to the room and opened it.
When I opened the door, it hit me.
The stench, the stench of the things laid on the floor.
It was like a garbage dump.
I mean, who would like to live like this?
I know it is an old building, but the neatness makes up for it.
But seeing that room made me feel like the room was way dirtier than this garbage dump.
And in that dump, there were 5 guys who were talking to each other in a loud manner and laughing to themselves.
I didn't want to step on this.
Yet I moved forward, ignoring all the mess.
Lost in thought, I kept moving forward.
I stepped on the objects that were on the floor. I mean, how can I move to my bed without stepping on those? I tried not to step, but I couldn't help it.
And then one of the boys shouted, "Hey, watch where you are stepping."
I just glanced down. I didn't find any space to avoid these things.
Ignoring it, I just went forward.
And then the boy lunged at me, saying, "You shit."
The punch landed on me, and I was bleeding.
It wasn't unusual for me; it happens every time. Although it stung a little bit, it didn't cause much pain for me.
So I stared at the boy before me, whose face was filled with anger, soon to be replaced by shock.
I just stared at him, not uttering a single word.
And I just continued going forward.
I don't know why he hit me.
It was his fault for keeping the place like this.
I just went to the bed assigned to me, and I just slept, not glancing at the 5 boys.
I just wanted to rest from all the chaos that had just happened to me.
Next day morning, I woke up to find myself being alienated from everyone.
I wanted to make new friends.
When I entered the dining hall where all the kids go for their dinner, all of them were glancing at me.
They were just whispering while glancing at me, not coming to me anytime.
And when I finished my meal and was just about to go to my room, one of my roommates started to say to the other guys who were surrounded like a circle around him.
And the guy pointed at me and said, "I am saying he is not normal, he sounds weird sometimes, and once he was screaming at the top of his voice."
'Ah, it's that again,' I thought to myself.
And from the earlier looks on the faces of the people in the room, they didn't seem unpleased.
Looks like they don't want to talk with me.
Looks like all humans are the same, they just assume based on what others tell them.
I mean, we also do that, but not to this extent.
I think I am just a guy where there's nothing left for me.
Everywhere, people are avoiding me like a filthy animal — not to be touched, talked to, or be with.
I just want to play with the people around me.
But for some unknown rumor, they just started avoiding me.
Although I resented humans for killing my brother,
I couldn't show my hate towards these guys.
They don't know a thing.
I can't hate them even if I wanted to.
Every time I see them, I get reminded of the humans that killed my brother.
I don't know what's right anymore.
They are just kids like I am, not facing the cruelty of the world, not tainted by the world's harshness.
I just wanted to be happy."
Ezzor was crying while writing.
Marks of tears tainted the book with the ink.
After closing the book, he just went to bed, stuffed his face into the pillow, and started crying.
"eeeeeeeeeeee"
Outside the room, Ezzor's roommate was clearly shouting, saying, "See what I told you, he is not normal, he was making sounds like these all night."