Published on: Tue, September 07, 2021
WARNING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
I've known him for many years. I've known and I was there when he met the almighty violence- in the hands of those who're supposed to take care and love him with all their heart. I was there but what can a little girl do on that very time? I was nothing but useless. They wouldn't even listen to me or if I wanted to, I should to take his place to save him.
He tolerated the angst, the bitter taste of every whip and hit, of every word thrown at him, for every disappointed grunts even though he hasn't done anything. It was like a picture, the same frame of agony hanging on the same door where everyone could see. It never changed. All were at constant, as they happened most of the time.
As a human, when he could no longer tolerate it, he flee away. Like the father and son Daedulus and Icarus, he flee away. The only difference was that he's no other company than himself. It took a few years to mend his soul. Or was he successful? Or too late for everything were no longer capable to be put back together?
He said he was never been the same as he was before. Before meeting violence and actually living in the arms of it. Truth be told, he was a different person now.
I saw it. And now, I'm seeing it. How violence made a biggest hole right through his heart and broken soul. He sounded another person. The way he talk, the way he see the world, the way he deals with his emotions, his anger, as if someone has took over his sanity, his mind and his self. The way he talk oozes with violence. Every little thing, as sensitive as he seems, he's easily beaten by his broken emotions.
Right now, All I see is a different person. He's not the same guy I've known before. Violence took him away from us, what should we do? He's not okay. No, he was never okay. He needs help. Help...
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