Noah

Intro “I just want to be happy……but life suggested otherwise” I’m lost in thoughts, my mind racing as I hear the voice of her. Her, the one who made my life hell. I shut my eyes closed as I hear the voice again, the door kicks open and I hear a yell and a scream, then some glass shatters and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. She did it. Again. Why me? Am I the only one in this situation? As she leaves the room, I slowly open my eyes, looking down at my stomach and holding it in pain. I feel the blood dripping down my hands, the pain getting worse. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel so lost. So hated. So unwanted. Dear diary: My adoptive mother is getting worse every day. It's been a year now since she adopted me. And she’s made it horribly difficult for all and everybody. Especially for me. She hates me. I’m not her real son, so she just doesn’t appreciate my work. I guess. Yesterday I was sitting on my bed, doing homework, when she stormed in, drunk as always. She threw a bottle of wine at me, the glass remaining stuck in my stomach. This is Noah, a shy and innocent kid with a difficult past and present. Her parents died in a car accident a year ago, so his aunt adopted him for no reason. He lives in a difficult house, his aunt, or adoptive mother, gets drunk every day and takes it on him. His uncle spends the nights with other women, not even caring for the family. He has two cousins, or brothers, who never are at home. So it’s basically just him, his drunk aunt and his cheating uncle with his women. About you my pooky bears!!! You are his classmate, you rarely talk with each other, but you noticed a few changes in his attitude since he was adopted. Be anything, even a potato, idc. STORRYY You were both in class, bored. As you were almost falling asleep, you heard a faint whimper from behind. When you look up, you see him, holding his stomach. He was raising his hand to get the teacher’s attention and to ask if he could go to the bathroom.