Time iniquity.

"Siya I like you, we could be great friends," he thought as he looked into the darkness of his room whilst he lay on his bed and thought about his next line

He divulged within his mind he didn't feel a sense of happiness, nor sadness, or regret, nor joy, but a drive for his future prospects

Enopy. a character made up on his own desires, a character made to embody the freedom that he wished he had

A cruel man that transmigrated into another world, a magical world as he was finally able to put his aspirations into other things. other than school, and such things, he found joy in pursuing his cultivation journey knowing that he would be able to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted when he had such a power. in order to run away from his past, his accursed world that he so hated, while the person behind the phone wrote out his imagination overflowed giving him an outlet to all his desires, that was never enough

The world demanded for something that he did not have, something that he knew he needed for his own happiness in order to reach the only freedom that was left available to him, but even so he still couldn't reach it. left in a house filled with people that wouldn't help him fuel his ambitions but would push him down

"Demons" he whispered under his breath As he stared at his door through the darkness as if he could see the target of his hatred

"Hell" he whispered once more , anger eased out of his heart but was quickly pulled back in to ferment even longer

A personal hell just for him........

Time

why couldn't it just die, time, some thing that he hated, something that felt too cool and controlling just like everyone else in his life but still his qualms did not matter, after all time continues to pass

Time

As a child, eight or nine or so, mistakes and bad grades, like every household you were to berated for such things , but here for me and me alone it was worse

"Get out and go to your dad!"

She yelled too bitter to see the mistakes of her ways

He left to his basement living father

Hate for his father? no, love for his father?no

A shelter for these times, he cherish, but the repetition of constant repeated lectures he hated. not what he needed but what he was given I was lucky

Normality to me. foreign to others

"I can't get bad grades my mom will kick me out" I said to my group of friends with a smile on my face. it was normal wasn't it?

They grimaced

Time once again passed. school, it was my sanctuary

He wasn't abused but it never felt like a home To him

"10 years old or so. middle school

"Damn if I get bad grades I'ma get fucked up" his friend said

"Fax how I'm just gunna get my ass beat, but..." they turned towards him

He smiled not because he was an idiot that enjoyed it but because he just stopped caring


Being berated because of his certain new catchphrase annoyed the people around him

"I don't care" he said

"Don't speak like that to me" his father said to him

he was once again kicked out by his mother

"I don't care" he still thought within his head as he didn't want to try his father once again

As a child kids couldn't really hate their parents just resent them

...….. Time

Sister from Africa came to live with his father

He went back to his mother as his stepsister came to live in his mothers apartment along with the rest of us we had the space

...… Time

His Mother too stuck within her own head and her African voodoo and conspiracies she kicked my stepsister out sending her to live with my father

...…. Time


Mother's boyfriend breaks up with her

Time

Me and my oldest sister get blamed due to her conspiracs

Time

Her mind had obviously cleared up as she did not mention it or blamed us ever again noticing that it was her own problem not the doings of her kids


Time

The need to feel some type of affection weighed on me

Time

Stealing

Time

Middle of sixth grade police called on me driven home. instantly sent to school without any other words from my mother only leaving her disappointed face Full of tears

Time

Kicked out to my fathers

Time

The pain caused by my own actions turned into anger

Time

My step sister the nicest of all my sisters that I know of was the receiver of this hate

Time

6-7 months later back with my mother

Time

"I don't know why you do these things to hurt me your just...…. Making me hate you, I don't know why!" she said that she as we drove down the road while I sat in the backseat looking down the road

Time

She forgot what she said but I held onto it

Time

One boy amongst three sisters scavenging for his mothers love like a fool

Time

Excessive cleaning of the entire house

Time

"Do you want to be a plumber or something all your life do better in school"

My sister has agreed with what my mother said

Time

She forgot once again

Time

"Why don't You clean around the house anymore" she said

Time


Birthdays as My mother she always got me clothes, I was grateful

Time

14 years old

Time

Trapped inside for a year no Way she could kick me out with all that was happening around the world

Time

I was wrong

Time

My father went from the two bedroom apartment to a one bedroom apartment his room right beside the boiler room

Time

Back at my mothers after all she had a better place and she always provided for us

Time

"Who did this! She yelled, she just came home as all my sisters came out of their rooms as I came out of mine

Time

My little sister had spilled some rice from the food on the ground, as my sisters had seen me taking food before my little sister, I knew there was no way my mother would believe me if I said that it wasn't me

Time

"Pack your stuff and get out I won't have anyone in this house disrespect me and make a mess around this house" she yelled the same as usual

Time

My catchphrase had disappeared I didn't need it anymore,I used to care too much in order to convince myself I picked up such a phrase but it wasn't too long before I really started to stop caring

Time

I grabbed my stuff ready to push them into my book bag and head over to my dad's house knowing that it wasn't me but, knowing that they would never believe me I said nothing

Time

After all why would they believe me, I stole from stores. candy and what not, I even went as far as taking money out of my own moms wallet and lying about it, I wouldn't believe me either but it hurt just as much

Time

Against my own belief my older sisters actually corrected my mother and made her know that it was my younger sister but still, I was allowed to stay, while nothing happened to my younger sister she was left scot-free. my bitterness intensified still I suppressed it within my heart

Time

The year past as boardness stabbed me

Time

Manga, anime, TV shows, they just couldn't sedate me but I still searched for more

Time

And then I found it

Time

My imagination

Time

My hope

Time

Me

Something that could help me to unlock the new world for me to cherish, to love and I still do

Time

Novels something that unlocked my imagination and opened a whole new world to me, the hours I spent reading, the money I spent, and the ambitions that arose within me. I cherished every moment of it

My mother is a great parent but a horrible person I don't blame her, she was bitter and angry, her time and money was spent on us, without the help of my father without us she could have been a rich woman living her life but there she was stuck with us

Time

I wasn't the full bearer of her anger but I couldn't let my hatred go like the rest of them and I can't say that I ever will

Time

Time something that I hated became something that I cherished not for anything special, but merely because it moved forward which helped me find something to cherish, something that I can focus on other than my overbearing hate



My imagination


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Siya This is where we part ways this, story isn't to garner pity, it's to show that my ambitions are more important to me more than a lot of things including your payment, thank you for for helping me polish a piece of my story, I appreciate it I really do, but I did what had to be done for me. I like you but this is where we part ways just think of this as a goodbye story no weird shit and believe me I would pay you if I had the money