The Boy From The Dark

It was a Sunday. Adam was up at four. Looking all pale and blurry as a dead man's eyes, he went to the living room. Trying to look for food, he found his beloved knife. Thought to cut some sweet fruits and make a juice. His latter thinking was interrupted by the audible chirping of birds.

Adam seemed to have short temper and later so, threw a rock at a sparrow. 

    'Done' said Adam after he had finished cutting the fruits. And decided to take a look at his mother.

Adam's mother, all in dreams was never too cautioned of his not-so phlegmatic demeanor. His father had passed away when Adam was five years old. Adam although now thirteen, never really cared of someone dying. When he was just seven years old, he told his mother how he was obsessed with death. His mother that one time took him to a counselor but had got nothing unique. Adam starved the sensation of dying from a minor age. Adam never really talked much with his peers. He wandered in solitude, and remained in a confined space to the world. Once, a boy magnanimously tried to help Adam in a project but rather got hit by a rock in his head. The principal had given no time to recriminations and expelled Adam for promoting unnecessary violence in the school premises. His mother was then devastated by her son's ruthless behavior. A fortune teller once told that Adam would grow in the dark and dull. The word 'joy' was found extinct from Adam's vocabulary. Once, his teacher found that he was reading an adult book summarized on suicide and abuse. He was sent to detention and given a paper to write apologies. He never used the paper though.

          Adam drank some water and tried to dissolve in a sleep. Wondering about numerous catastrophic events, his eyes began to lie down.

          Adam woke up by his mother's yell. His mother shouted at him with the snatch of words like worthless, aimless and useless. Even the clouds collided together and became teary but little Adam looked at his mother blankly with a voluminous amount of stares. It seemed as if the Earth was falling into an unknown void.

      His mother served breakfast. Their regular oats. Adam had then gone out to sit under a tree - the only thing he adored, to an extent. His classmates used to think he was a best from maybe another dimension but according to his teachers, he was just 'different'.

       Adam was good with instruments. He had twice got compliments from his mother which he named to be a minority.

 

        'I'll find the right world' said Adam with a glance at the sun. The sun thought it to be strange but focused on its rays. 

The villagers passed through the streets with a disconcerted glare at Adam. He didn't know he had spend too much time with the tree and now started to hum some chain of words. A yellow leaf fell on his head, that surprisingly satisfied Adam.

       His mother called him. In sync, the clouds shaked and our Adam returned home.

        He was accused for doing 'nothing' by his mother. And hopefully with a reason, Adam dashed towards their attic.

 

         Adam started banging his head on the walls slapping himself and throwing objects all over the floor. The cacophonous sound was more complicated than Adam's brain chemistry. His mother though heard, just said 'Go study, or you'll end up unemployed'. 

         Probably and hour later, Adam came out and read nothing but his home's cold environment. Despite books, Adam was more other way intelligent with a good knowledge of dark psychology. The neighbors feared hin for his extensive use of manipulation and chose to stay far from the family.

         It was the 10th of September. The day started with the not-so required tired sky. Meanwhile Adam was feeding his pet rabbit. It didn't have a name. 

At Adam's new school, he was bullied by some boys. Even though Adam wanted to confront them, he chose not to. He didn't mind much and went to the hall.

It was just him in the all desolate corridor.

      At home, Adam put his initial step to his room. His mother was angered by this since he didn't even speak a word with her and straight, just went to his room. She screamed for, he was not socializing and remaining in a dingy corner from the bright world.

Adam whispered to himself, 'Would I fall off the world someday?'

He heartlessly added 'Nobody knows the real me. Not even myself'.