Disclaimer!!!: This is purely a work of friction. Any resemblance to any person, event or character is purely coincidental.

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What do you tell a child who witnessed his own mother being murdered? Who witnessed as she had her throat slit by his very own father.
What becomes of such a child?

He writes his own Ruination!

And that there was the story of Freddy Johnson.

As a child Freddy always slept with his headphones on since the night was spent wailing by his mother while his father hit her with all sorts of things.

He never could sleep and on the nights he slept, he would wake up frightened by the screams of his mother.

There Freddy was testifying against his father in court as everyone looked at him with pity.

At seventeen he had moved through the system so much that every social worker in his province knew his name.

Freddy Johnson.

The heartthrob of this neighborhood, he stood at six three even as a teenager, he was buffed from hours at the gym and his creamy skin color was all girls could fantasize about.

He had all the girls that came his way and ended it with a not so subtle goodbye that left them crushed for ages.

He had no passion, care or love in him. He didn't care what anyone had to say about him or that all his foster parents always sent him back and placed restraining orders against him.

In his own words "A child is what you make of him". He saw no wrong in hitting the kids he didn't approve off or in forcefully taking the girls that dared to reject him.

He had spent so much time in juvy that it became home to him and the friends he made there, he valued.

Petty theft, breaking an entry, rape, staging a protest and many more were on his file and his parole officer had had enough of him.

But then he met someone just as broken as he was. She was five eight and had eyes the world could drown in, she had scars across her wrist in different sizes, she had scars around her neck from tries to hang her self, she had scars across her thighs and all she made in an attempt to end it.

They met a few months back in a rehab center and they both hit it off instantly. He shared his stories and she shared hers, in her arms he felt the warmth he got from his mother. The same warmth he searched for as he bedded with different ladies. He found his solace in her. She found her hero in him.

Like Bonny and Clyde they were inseparable, they had fights but they always bounced back no matter how bad.

She helped him find peace and he helped her believe in life again.

Maybe the pain we go through prepares us for the happiness we would find.

The hate we bottle up is waiting for love to break it up.

The tears that stream down are preparing us for the smile that is to come.

To believe and then hang on.
To trust and hold on.

Don't drag that blade across you no more.
Don't choke on that rope no more.
Don't hold that trigger with shaky hands no more.

Hang on, just a lil but longer. Please!

I need you, you need you, the world needs you.