The Crying Child
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
The time comes for a man to make his own choices. People make choices for you until you turn 16. Then you have to defend for yourself. You have to make your own choices. You have to take care of yourself, you have to put food on the table, for you, and your own family. You must teach yourself how to live in the real world. That's what he had to go through, and the sad thing is that I had to see him go through that. See it all started when he and I was young. See, we would hang out together, except I didn't have to go through what he had to go through. He was 15, I was12, and we were the best friends ever. We would do everything together. We would train together, fight together, and enter tournaments together. Even though we would lose in the first or second round, we would still be laughing at the end, together. We would get some snacks, then we would go on the stands and watch the rest of the tournament, even though they would make fun of us, by saying that we can't fight because we would kick their asses, then we would be laughing at them, saying "Now whose the weak one." They would be 21,22,2009 and we would still hurt them. Not bad for a bunch of teens. Until his birthday came up. What a celebration, lots of cool stuff. It was at the Dark tournament. Then, came his father, a hot, headed jerk who didn't have any common sense. Every time he would pass through, people would hide and cower with fear. Not me, every time he would come up to me and demanded for him to come home, I wouldn't go running into a hole or into their own house. I would stand there and wouldn't move, one time he was so mad that he punched me in the face, when I was 6, that's how I got this humongous scar, that's when I decided to start fighting, then I would fight him once and kill him. But, I would have to wait. Anyway, back to the treaded day. His birthday. His father took him by the hand and dragged him to this secret cave. You could hear screaming and yelling, thinking that his own father hurting him. Then after hearing the 3rd scream, I ran to the cave and try to open that damn door. It wouldn't budge. "No, no, don't hurt him, you bastard, let him go." The door opened, and what I saw that horrified me forever. It was he. " Hey, your okay." That's when it turned my life up side down. " Don't touch me with your filthy hands." When I heard him say that to me, I went to his father. "What did you do to him, you asshole." He saw me and through me all the way to the other side. "Don't touch my father, you filthy scum hole." He said to me. He grabbed and threw me across the ring. "H-h-h." I collapsed after that moment. Next morning, when I woke up, I found out that I was in the hospital. "Hey, I know, I'll call him and tell him another happy birthday." Bring. Bring. (On the phone) Hello. Hey how are you doing? Um who's this? It's me. Your best friend. I AM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND AND I WILL NEVER BE AGAIN! The Phone hangs up. I dropped the phone and cried all day. That was the last time I ever saw him again. After that I never saw him again, we lost touch. Now I know that how a birthday could change a person.