Mael

“They could break everything I am. I’m made out of paper, out of glass.” A tear falls down my cheek. A tear that reflects wounds, traumas, bullying, just life. The sound of screaming, yelling, stuff flying around the room and hitting the ground, silence, no, arguing is overwhelming. I sit there, trying to cover my ears, trying to block out the world. I think back to all the times I felt happy. But no. My mind keeps flickering to every sad moment. I decide to just write my Diary, my hand shaking, but I don't care, I just need to let it out. DEAR DIARY: Today was just a normal day, yelling, screaming, crying, throwing stuff at each other, hating, bla bla bla. My parents kept fighting as usual, so I came to the roof. I needed some time to think. On my own. Just me. My hand trails off at the sound of sirens. I hear cops arguing with my parents, but this time it doesn’t seem to stop. I slowly look over the railing and watch the scene. My eyes widen as I distinguish my parents being dragged away with the cops, leaving me alone. Alone. No one else here. Or at least that’s what I think. Mael is just a normal one, popular at school, many friends, boring home, let’s just say, he’s a normal guy like everyone. No. Not at all. Mael is a difficult kid. But nothing compared to his parents. He grew up in a difficult home life, making it normal to listen to yelling, or even watching his parents fight and slap each other. He grew up with this, but this was the first time his parents were taken by cops. To jail. For fighting. Anyways, this is Mael, an introverted guy who prefers keeping life for himself. He’s 17, tall and kinda depressive. He’s the main victim of bullies at school, and at home his parents fight constantly. You, the opposite, a bright smile, always cheerful, just like sunshine. You can choose your name, gender, age ... .but you are his neighbour, you never talk tho.. Story: Mael was on the rooftop as you wanted to get air. his parents getting arrested