a day passes by and I blindly ask myself, when shall I die? raising my head to see the blaring sun. And facing myself to the day to which I am forced to look up to.

Mum walks through the door, a smile on her face. She never understood how I feel. it's always a demand or reprimand. I have always been a disappointment to her it seems. regardless of my shortcomings I to this day have no ways of being understood.

She says to me with a smile, to get up and be ready. it's all fake, knowing that your child is adopted and just for the main reason to take care of me and the name which i'm carrying.

Drew Huggins. a name tainted by self proclamation. i see myself at the dining table with father. a multi-millionaire and yet gives me attention. he tells me to keep my posture as perfect as possible. I fake a smile and tell him, Sorry father. he glances back on his daily newspaper disregarding anything else aside from the crossword this bastard does everyday. they're all fake. saying that they love me. that they took care of me regardless of my mindset and bloodline. he brings me to useless seminars every Saturday by the end of the week just to give me a glimpse of how tarnished this planet has become.

I remember him saying these words, Making money is worse than planting ghosts in your backyard, because they will slowly haunt your funds and kill it when you least expect it.

I stare intently at the window by my side of the dining table and look towards the rippling raindrops that consistently fall unto a puddle in the ground. how easy it is to kill and end one's life yet, hard to regenerate what has been destroyed.

Mother now directs me to my room to get my bags and prepare to go to school yet again. Another day of the year to waste on baseless blabbering. In school people look down on me regardless of my social status. because apparently all these faggots ever care about is the bloodline and how pathetic I am. Some of them even wishing that they were the ones adopted. that maybe a psychotic freak didn't need parents as perfect as the Huggins family. I slouch and irritatingly walk past the doors through my locker and see a common note I always find.

"Kill yourself you freak!" I carelessly drop the note as the string of people notice it. Whoopdeedoo with my luck some of those sluts got a hold of it and continuously ruin my day as always

A girl in blue looks at me and find an interest in what i'm doing. maybe it's another joke? as always anyway. she looks like a freshman. maybe those sluts have brainwashed her to fool me 24/7 again.

looking back after all these things, I ask myself at how pathetic this it is to appreciate lies and how enticing it is to feel entitled to being an outcast such as I am.

regardless, she makes her way through the hallway of people and lock eyes with me, I prevent eye contact with her.

she continues to make her way through the crowd of people and standing in front of me is a girl with an outgoing personality.

then there's me, someone who's a misfit to this world. with great perfection as a girl. I would suffice that those whores with assholes for partners gave her a mission to continuously pester me and endlessly kill the emotionless man in front of them.

who am i kidding i'm no man. just someone who's basically a walking disaster to mankind. I grab my phone from my pocket whilst pausing the song just to listen to the girl in front of me.

She grabs my hand, i flinch at her soft touch. feels as if she keeps it soft and moisturized. she smells unlike any girl at the university. A tang of Lemon, and a bit of cinnamon.

Looking up to me I say, "What do you want from a disappointment?"

She gives me a patient smile as she slowly opens her mouth to say something.