He ran to their home, quickly entered his room and closed the door.
Sitting in the corner and covering his ear as the dark ideas surrounded him.
Jayson, Jayson stinks!
Jayson parentless!
Jayson fool!
These words revolve around his hearing from black creatures dancing around him.
he stumbles as he tightly closes his eyes and covers the ears so that they cannot be heard.
A few moments later those ideas disappeared and the room was quiet again.
He gently removed his hands from his ear and slowly opened his eyes, observed the atmosphere and he again looked at the open as usual, at the same time as the tears were leaked and his emotions stopped,he stays there in such a scene until he can get to bed and get hungry.
Morning Tuesday Jayson had no appetite for school, in the first grade of high school.
Just like the other day he had no enthusiasm to enter, he feared the arrival of classmate Roel and his colleagues.
he was especially shy because even in front of the person he wanted, Mila was able to make him laugh and cry in front of him.
Always taking his back and often destroying his belongings.
He was just quiet and didn't talk.
One day while in middle class, he could feel stoning him with what was going on from his back, candy papers and skin, he was able to peel his back and he saw Roel's classmate man a big monster that he was ready to spend any time with.
Adjacent it smiles at other classmates who seem to be little bub-wits who are still motivated to do such things.
Joel lost his concentration so his teacher called him out of time to ask their subject.
He answered nothing.
Replaced and again embarrassed the whole class.
Near the outlet, he noticed Roel's black wings widening and his companions' eyes widened, and he felt fear at those times.
With the bell ringing he quickly stood up to get out but Roel quickly followed him.
He was blocked and saw how his long tongue came out and read the fangs as the words were uttered,
“Where are you going coward?”
“The stench of your work!”
As in recent days and months he has tasted wild blows again, accustomed to embracing the fear of being bullied by young monsters.
He did not report it to anyone, he said nothing because for him, no one wanted to listen and events were just part of the world.
At their home, at the dining table his parents were mischievous, unassuming, emotionless, while Father was busy reading and Mother was busy with the phone.
Jayson was given two basins with no interest in his creations.
They didn't even notice the bruise on his face and the swelling on his cheek, nor did the word hello appear at that time.
he gently retreated his chair and left the child behind, sadly entering his room with a glimpse of it before the door closed slowly.
Inside his room can be seen his many drawings, shredded dark creatures and pictures of a young monster Roel.
Again, the dark creatures made him feel bad, it surrounds and utters hearty words, like bees whispering and occasionally shouting and yelling, he again covered his ears and began to weep until the creatures disappeared.
This time around he had what he opened in a small bottle at the same time as a piece of paper and pen.
A few moments later a paper letter he made after the surroundings were peaceful, it fell to the floor where his hand was motionless.
One day Jayson didn't come in, his classmates didn't see it anymore.
It was heard throughout the class and throughout the school, with no shock, just the class.
In their home many living people will be seen in black, and his Mother will be weeping as the children lead while the Father is talking to other men with a feeling.
It's a heartbreaking party and still takes pictures and talks about life.
Despite the busy atmosphere his room was overlooking.
His young cousin passed it and stopped for a moment as if something had been heard. It also left and never looked back.
In the room everything was left behind, which never stirred any great attention because the child was never able to understand, pay attention and help the child with deep fear and wound the soul.
Those encounters leave behind a reality that lives in our society.
