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« on: July 02, 2018, 01:48:23 pm »
I lay awake beside my father, my mind wandering as the pain keeps me awake, the fever is gone, but still can't stomach food, not for lack of trying. He's still exhausted from the pain the other day, and then the mission right behind it, he tries to be strong, especially in front of me, but I know the pain hes in, they did it to me first after all. Sleep has been restless, nightmares of the events that happened to me, though I try not to wake him right now. Just stay curled with him and try to keep him comfortable too. He has suffered a lot the last day and he does need more rest then usual.
I have family finally, part of me still wants to hunt down my birth family and make them pay, but then I look at him and wonder what the point even is, they didn't want me, I wonder partly what they would think of me? Would they hate me for what I have become? Would they think me a monster like everyone else? Would they even recognize me? I don't think they would to be quite honest. The question remains, why do I care? Is it because they are my blood? Loose ends? Or something more?
I still remember reaching for them, screaming and crying for them to help me, to take me back and protect me, the many many nights in pain, crying, begging and pleading for them to come take me home, that I would be a good boy, a better son, anything if they would just come get me. Of course, they never did. I look at myself now and see a scarred mess of a youth, one that is mentally behind where others are not, dad says it can be a good thing, but I can also see where its very much a bad thing. I struggle to understand and work with others even my own age. One that isn't extremely patient with me gets annoyed fast which of course upsets me. I may be 16, but I am far from there mentally. Will I ever be "Normal"?