Prologue

No one understands the perspective of the quiet kid, so allow me to give you a glimpse.

The quiet kid as is already quite obvious, is not much of a talker. He sits in the background watching everyone else living their lives. But here's something you may not know, the quiet kid doesn't know what to do with his own life, he feels hurt by the past and is scared of what the future may hold for him.

He is tormented by his own thoughts and is slowly driven mad, but every so often he finds something to bring himself back. Not an easy life. Not many friends, can't trust family, barely trusts himself.

His home life is pretty simple, though he has various siblings, he spends most of his time alone, listening to music to stop his thoughts from going too deep.

Every day is the same for him, stress, pain, emptiness. Occasionally he feels some peace, when he escapes from it all and has some time to relax and breathe. Otherwise he constantly feels trapped in a loop, same things happening over and over...

"I'm done" he'd think to himself. "I can't do this anymore" he held a knife to his throat, but never cut. He stood there all night, when the sun came up he dropped the knife.

Next thing he knew he was back to the same routine, wake up, breakfast, school, home, dinner, shower, bed. His free time was when travelling to or from school, and weekends. Though his siblings were quite annoying over weekends, especially towards him. He tried his best to handle it all.

No one ever seems to pay much attention to him or his bruised/bandaged knuckles, not that he cared. He felt maybe it was better they left him alone, to avoid hurting them.

But things will change for him, some for the better, some for the worse...