Oh, god, take mercy on me. I don't want this, make it stop!
My dad was drinking again. I'm scared.. Alone in this house with just him. I want to be in Termina with Link, saving people, protecting humanity from the forces of evil. I want to be Link, able to transform, bend and mold myself into someone I'm not for the sake of hiding.
But instead, I am here, in a run down house, cowering in this corner of the room as he closes in.
"Which do you want?" He asks me, but I am too scared to answer. A loud crack, and another red mark has appeared on my body. It stings, but I've learned to shut up and take it. "I'll ask you one more time, bitch. Which will it be?" Tears form in the corner of my eyes, but I ignore them as I point to the metal rod with stubbornness. He smirks, that goddamned smirk that makes me shiver with disgust, and raises it, beginning, once more, a routine that we both know by heart.
Within the game, I am something, but in this world, this horrible place called reality, no one dares to touch me, for I am as accursed as my family name. At school, I am no one. At home, I am a toy. In reality, I am nothing short of invisible.
My mother is dead, my father drinks. My life is just about as messed up as possible, and yet, I have this notion, this instinct that I might do something great with my life. But to do that, I must survive reality first.
My name is Ben, and this is my story.
A/N: I really liked this creepypasta, but there still seems to be some controversy over how and why Ben died/drowned, so this is my take on it. This will probably end up being a two or three shot.