Double Life Survival

by K Q Halves

Born in a rich family, perfect in the eyes of society, but twisted and corrupted deep down. A child with a certain condition in life, that leads to an unusual future. This is just a test story I had to get out of my head. Rated M just to be safe.

1. Chapter 1

1. FATHER'S HIGH EXPECTATIONS

White snowy puff-flakes, silently falling from the sky. The cold atmosphere tingling my skin, numbing it after some time. My warm breath visible in front of me. Underneath a dumpster I lie in thought of how I ended up here to begin with. My eyelids slide shut as recall this morning's event.

Rushing through the halls, I dodged the preps, jocks, and other students who hog the space of our narrow paths. I had to get to a leadership meeting. Upstairs to the highest floor. I was almost there, but on the last few steps another student tripped and would have fallen had I not stepped in front of her to break the fall. I didn't have my own back, however, so I fell and tumbled down. She ran after me, apologizing, tears threatening to come out. It was fine, I was hurt as much as I thought I'd be. I assured her my well being and sent her off to presume her duty. I didn't want her to know that I had injured my wrist.

I wouldn't have really cared much for it, but I had forgotten that I had a tennis match later on after school. If I am absent that would count as a forfeit, a lose... the image of a disappointed look on my father's face burned in my mind. No matter, I'll just have to play with my other hand. Bandaged and safely covered in a black glove, this should hold it firmly.

The opponent wasn't like most I've faced. He was on an expert level. I'm ambidextrous, but I would have played ten fold better with my left hand. This match lasted for a long time, I was beginning to wear out. He serve drove straight down the middle, not giving me time to react. That was it, game over.

Back at home I was scolded for not trying hard enough. My father had no idea why I played so inferiorly. He assuming that I was just showing off and being cocky. Enraged, disheartened by my failure. He threw me out of the manor, locking me out. Staring down at my feet, I think, how did I feel at that moment. Blank, nothing, a void.

A poke on my forehead, brought me back to consciousness. Opening my eyes I see my elder brother staring down at me. He holds out a welcoming hand and tells me to come home with him. He needs me he says. I nod, knowing full well what that 'need' was, but I didn't mind. Death would be in my path if I stayed out here in the cold. I climbed onto his arms and snuggled much required warmth. Home...