-SUMMARY-

Long ago in the poorest section of Osaka, Japan. A fragile boy with perfectly glistened blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice tan tone of skin...lived in a broken home. His name was Jiro Katsuki Ren. 

Few would dare ask about how his life is going---because if someone actually cared then they would give a shit---and for good reason. Jiro was cursed to live in such a shallow world ever since birth. There was nothing---no one left to truly love him inside. 

Closing the gate to the kind heart he feels inside---The young boy couldn't handle---the pain---the abandonment---the misery---the mental torture---and---the depression. 

Little did others know where he came from, and how he was still alive. Surprisingly for him, the status and perks of living alone for most of your life can truly come with benefits...unless you've decided---maybe it isn't "right" to be left alone. Especially after---that day came.

Taking it back to the beginning, the life of Jiro Ren is tragic but at the end...Is he redeemable? Could he actually find someone to love him for once? If so, I hope this turns out to be a fantasy.

-END OF SUMMARY-

A couple years ago, during the time of his 12th birthday, Jiro is seen scrubbing the floors of his "household". Nothing happens by coincidence, is something he would proclaim. Accidents were meant to happen, but they don't come without cost. And sadly, his attempt to be redeemed will never be set in stone. But, now it is time---to reflect on the past.

Jiro's Viewpoint: The Earth (Monologue)

I don't believe an innocent child was born this way. To suffer. Because if these feeling are true, I can't bear to have them anymore. 

Definitely---if that person who's given you life resent their own child---Your Mother. Pitiful. She would say. A disgrace. She would reply. A mistake. She would agree. And do I agree with those statements?

No. Because I was sent on this Earth with a purpose but don't know what it is...yet.

While I scraped off the dirt that was on the floor, Mother decided to show up drunk again as usual. She's always been like this because---well, I've never actually met my father before. He left us once he learned about my identity, why would he leave his only son behind. Why?!

But, now that doesn't matter anymore to me...the idea of being cast off to the side like some pathetic pile of garbage, and figuring I was to learn someday those last 5 years...there is something worse than being forsaken at such a young age...and that is to be faced with the cruel perspective of Reality. 

Love is False, Life is Short, and Living is Pointless. 

Sooner the chance I was given to be free, the shackles of solitude held onto me since the aspects of reality seemed to give less than what I am owed. Why is this world such a pain? Why must I live in such arrogant world based on the powerful standing above the rests as the weak fight over their scraps...this isn't "right". What should I do? What can a child do against the world?

The answer----is----Nothing. He/she whom are powerless can't create and bend the will of reality. 

Something that took precious time to finally acknowledge. The world I know has became rotten, the people have shown their true colors of betrayal, and society has taken a blind eye from the mentally ill functioned. 

My---medications---the only thing left---restrains me from hurting others....Hysteria. That's what the doctor presumed my mental illness was. Sad enough, we couldn't afford to pay anymore...

I can feel as if my mind is slipping between multiple fractures of this universe, different versions of me, and they are awaiting for me to eternally rest. But, I won't allow that. Not for one second. 

Dammit, when will anything change? Why are people constantly ignoring me as if my very existence never mattered in the first place? Am I supposed to be alone? God! Please? Answer ME

It isn't his fault, I'm in this mess...but I still have faith in him even if others don't. Not because I actually imagine myself better than those who lack the ability to be motivated. No. I say it is the matter of conviction. Whom is willing to stand attested by the one true all-powerful being. 

Why must I always struggle? Can...? Can...I please end my suffering? 

(WARNING: FOR THOSE WHOM DON'T WANT TO READ ANYTHING NEGATIVE, PLEASE LEAVE NOW)

-End of Jiro's Viewpoint: The Earth (Monologue)-

???: I'm back, you little bastard! I hope you cleansed the entire floor.

Jiro: (Frightened) Y-Yes, Mother. It is done. Welcome...back

Mom: Whatever.

-Replies as she took another swig of her wine bottle-

Mom: Fix me dinner...

Jiro: (Confused) What? (SMACK)

Mom: Did I stutter? I told you, little shit! Make me dinner. I am starving.

Jiro: Alright. I'll get right to it...

Mom: Hurry up!

Jiro: Hai (Yes)!

-While the poor boy began cooking a steamed meal for her, he could hardly tell his hands were shaking in fear...and as he began to finish...Mother was calling out to him-

Mom: Jiro! You better be done in 30 seconds. I'm tired of waiting like I always do.

Jiro: Yes, Mother!

-Speeding up on the seasoning preparations, he carried the large plate of turkey over to the dining room table and places it down, glancing over to see her wine glass empty, Jiro turns around to snatch the another bottle off the countertop but unfortunately bumping into the drunken woman made him drop the wine...causing collateral damage both of their relationship-

Mom: YOU FUCKING TWERP! YOU SPILLED PERFECTLY FINE WINE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!

Jiro: I-I'm s-sorry, Mom. Truly. I'll clean it up. I promise.

Mom: That shitty apology ain't gonna cut it, but this will--

-Spotting over to see her pick up a shard off glass from the broken bottle, I figured what she planned on doing-

Jiro: MOM! WAIT! LET'S SETTLE THIS PEACEFULLY!

Mom: Too late, you need to learn your place---my bastard of a son.

Jiro: STOP! PLE----AHHH! WHY!

-Grabbing ahold of the freshly open cuts on his arms, Jiro began to cry and begged her to finally stop...but she had something else in mind-

Mom: We're leaving Jiro. NOW!

Jiro: Why---(SMACK)

-Caressing her hand from the slap, Mom seems furious. I know its the wine but dammit...I've never seen her this cruel before-

Mom: NOW! 

Jiro: Yes, Mother.

Mom: Stop calling me that, you don't deserve to have anyone. Every time I see you, I am reminded of an absolute failure, Jiro. You. Are. The. Worst. Mistake. In. My. Life.

-End of Conversation-

Timeskip- Inside the car, at the backseat with both bandaged arms, listening to her shouting...

Jiro: Where are we going?

Mom: (Evil smile) Oh don't worry, we aren't going to pray or anything. We're visiting the nearest foster home....I should've gotten rid of you a long time ago...

-As I begun to cry my heart out to her, begging wouldn't work, especially on such a heartless monster like her, but soon enough the hysteria kicked in at a horrible moment...which caused me to uncontrollably laugh, made my mother even more convinced to get rid of me-

Mom: And this is why, I wanna get rid of such an "accident". You're just insane, Jiro! I pray we will never see each other again. Hell, I should've gotten an abortion in the first place. Wouldn't have to be in this mess...

"An abortion...why? Was I ever an actual problem to you? My belief in what the wrongdoings of others can effect them is something I truly believe in...Karma isn't a bitch, the matter of choosing whom isn't worthy of a second chance won't be given to those undeserving. So...Mom...I'm sorry..."We will never see each other again"...

Mom: (Turning her head to see the traffic) OH SHIT!

-The sound of cars screeching, Mom passed the red light without noticing what is in front of her...and as the cars collided, she was the only one whom died that day...-

Firefighter: Hey, kid! Stay with me! We'll get you out soon!

-END OF TRAGIC STORY-

-OR IS IT?-

*Escape---Is the Only Thing Left For Me---Please---Someone---Save Me* 

8/3/20