Hi guys I'm back!
Rainbowwingedkuriboh: About time. When are you uploading a new chapter for BacktotheWorld?
Huh? Oh it's you. Anyway I was just listening to a song called I'mjustaKidby Simple Plan, while writing the third chapter, and I realized that despite his nature Tyson really has got a lot, and I mean a lot, of sadness in his life. I mean look at him he's been betrayed by his brother, Ray, Max, Kai like twice, and his father for leaving him alone with his grampa. Seriously! I mean they go back to him, but really betray your own friend just so you could play a spinning top game. Seriously! God.
Rainbow: Did you even listen to me!
What? Sorry maybe another time, because now it's time for the movie, or rather story.
It hurts knowing that you aren't loved by anybody. Your family, former friends, fans. It hurts when you're betrayed by your closest pals, and it hurts when you have no one to turn to for help. My brother disappeared after I won against Brooklyn, and gramps recently died of a stroke. The last person who understood me is gone now, Gramps is now dead. My so-called friends are never there when I call for them, my life is in ruins. I think about the old days before I met Kai, when life was okay and not a smoking crater of depression. I think about life before I moved in with gramps when I was still loved by dad and Hiro. I wish I could go back to those days. I wish people actually cared for me. Not fans or admirers that don't even know who I really am. People don't get how to help, people don't care about my health, my saneness, my life. All they care about is that I'm a world champion. That's all that matters to them. I feel a cold breeze kiss my face as I turned to look at the rising sun, up on the bridge above the water. This was the place I met Kai and fought Carlos. This was where I fought Ray that third year. And maybe possibly where Ray went that one night on the second year I knew him. Right by where I met Max and saved that drowning dog. But that doesn't matter to anybody else but me, because I'm alone in this cruel world. Every day I feel like my life is a nightmare. I just want to be able to live again. Really actually feel like I can laugh. And then they show up, with looks of horror on their faces, and I realize I'm leaning over the railing like I'm trying to kill myself. Maybe they do care, maybe I actually do have friends, and maybe I can smile without my face cracking. A real smile, not the ones I used the year they betrayed me. So now they're holding me, like they're trying to comfort me and maybe they are. And they're speaking something, but I can't hear them. I guess I'm happy for maybe the first time in a year. But somewhere deep inside me I know it will take more than this for my heart to heal, but at least I can smile even though it still hurts.