everyone called him lazy. but they all came to him to solve there problems it was the same story everyday "oh shika, zombis just attacked our town quick you gotta fix it" or "shika I got someone knocked up but now I'm dead meat I know your only fifteen but hay you could you step up and raise it for me right?" and "shika timmy fell in a well you gotta save him"[er o.k mabey not that one, but you get the pont]

it wasn't really that he minded all that much his friends and his home ment everything to him he liked that he was able to help them, but there where some days when it piled up on his shoulders he'd wake up in the dead of night after countless nightmares he was so scared anymore when he saw his friends comeing knowing they where just gonna pile on more stress.

it was almost a kind of pain. he knew his father could see it even though he didn't talk about it that much. he stayed close to his dad it made him feel safe like when he'd been a child. he didn't go running to his parents after his nightmares anymore but his mother always knew when he'd had horrable one. becuase the next morning he'd come in the kichen and wrap his arms around her in a tight hug and mubble a quite "love you mom" which would break her heart .

she'd missed it when he'd grown stedly into manhood how he'd gone from when he couldn't sleep unless she read him a story and tucked him in makeing sure if"daddy" where home that he had to kiss him goodnight to slowly even a simple thing like a hug or goodnight kiss becomeing not even uncool it had become just plain werid. it was normal and nesacry she knew that but still it was so painful to have lost her little boy to not be able to just push away his fears anymore.

for his father it was just as bad but in a difrent way becuse he'd felt the same pain and he knew the answers where never going to be so simple you could say "we have enamys and we kill them to keep our loved ones safe" but that didn't take away the sicking feeling after you'd killed another human the frist time. and now after he'd spent his life fighting for a better life for his son. only to see that his son still had to feel that same pain and he was helpless to stop it.

all his friends called him lazy .. .. .. he wished he could be

A.N am i the only one who thinks this kid works harder then the whole gang?