"Freak!"
A yelled could be heard from a bedroom in the middle of the city. A boy ran out of the bedroom, tears brimming his violet eyes. A woman, with brown hir nd violet eyes stood in the doorway of the room.
"You are a disgrace Ivan!" The woman yelled to the young 10 year old, who looked at his mother with big violet eyes "You are disgrace to your family name!"
Ivan tried to run to his room but his collar was grabbed by his mother, with a stern look on her face.
"B-But Momma.. I-I can't help it!" He cried out, struggling to get out of her grip
She whirled the young blonde around, smacking him in the face. He let out a loose strangled cry
"You shut your damn mouth!" She yelled to him, spitting in the boys face
He started to whine and she punched him, knocking him to the ground. Warm blood dripped from his nose as he collapsed to the cold stone. He lay on the floor, staring at his aggressive mother. Was it his fault he had these so called powers? He sure thought so. He tried standing up but he got knocked down again by her.
"Whining is just going to give you more shit"
She pressed hard on the young boys stomach, him letting out a whimper. He couldn't help it, he was scared. He let out a cry and then another one, tears dripping down his face. His mothers face just turned more fierce, hearing him crying.
"Crying won't help either, you fucking baby" She released her foot and offered a hand to the young blonde
Right when she pulled him up, she slammed him against the wall
"You are NOT my son" The mother yelled, her voice sounding shaky in the dusty air "I wish you were never born!"
That hurt Ivan where he least expected it. His heart. She let go of Ivan and stormed into her room, accompanied by her husband. He just watched while the beatdown happened, not bothering to stop it. Ivan stood up and wiped at his bleeding face. Running to his room, the ten year old rested against a corner of his room. Was his parents right? Was he really freak? These questions pondered his mind as his eyes turn dull and he passes out
A FEW YEARS LATER
A 15 year old Ivan stands at the sidewalk, waiting to get to his job. His face is bruised and cut from his mother who gave him another beatdown this morning. To him, she wasn't even considered his mother. He didn't call her mommy or mom anymore. To him, she was just Stella. His friends had contacted the police about his abuse, but they never answered them back. Assuming the police didn't care, Ivan just gave up. Deep in his heart, he knew nobody really cared for him. His friends just used him for his power, he really didn't know how to use it. He pokes at his bruised rib underneath his black tank top and winces.
"C`mon"
He sighed. He knew somewhere deep inside of his bones,an emptiness began to grow right where his heart was.
"...There's something out there, far from my home... I know it"