Heartless Boy

The pain I felt when I saw them fall.

The tears I felt when I saw them cry out for my name.

They don't understand me. Nobody ever will.

"Heartless child" they call me not knowing what pain holds in my chest.

"Tearless child" they call me not knowing how much I cried and screamed for my parents.

I am the genius boy to them. They look upon to me in fear and disgust. They see me only as a friendless orphan who doesn't know what is love. They don't realize that they are the selfish and heartless ones.

I do not show my pain and sadness for my weakness shall never be known to my enemies or allies.

I do not show my tears and hurtful words for those might be useful to my enemies.

I remember my mother's sad eyes that gazed at me as she protected me from the bullet.

I remember my father's shouts telling Butler to take me and the twins away. I remember the look my father gave me. It was regret and hurt. He regretted that he took my young life away. Father... I never had a chance to tell him I loved him and the chance to embrace him.

I remember Butler silently taking us away somewhere away from the danger. Than he told me to wait with the twins but he never came back that night.

I remember the cries of my brothers and my hatred for those murderers. I remember praying that Butler and my parents made it. But I knew better, I saw the death in my mother's eyes. I saw the bullet made for my father. I just hoped Butler made it through.

I remember Beckett asking me if Mother was alive. If Father was alive. I gave no answer. Myles than told Beckett what a foolish child he was. How stupid he was.

I remember scolding Myles and telling Beckett that everything is going to be fine... but how could anything be find if I were to be left to take care of my brothers alone.

I was tearing up and screaming inside while I looked so calm outside.

I remember Myles asking me why I shed no tears. I remember Beckett asking me why I didn't cry for Mother.

I remember telling them... Fowls don't cry. They cried more and more screaming at me that wasn't true. I remember apologizing to them about that and everything. About how they lost a mother and a father so suddenly and in a day. About how they were so young.

I remember hugging them in that cold, dark cabin with tears sliding down my face.

When morning came, no tears were left to shed more.

When Butler came, I secretly thanked God for letting him live. However, Butler carried heavy news but I was already gone before he could tell me the news that I already knew.

In the funeral, I cried no more for I had no tears left. Everyone, except for my remaining family, thought I did not cry for I had no heart. For I was a cruel genius boy that wanted only power and gold.

They are wrong.

They scolded me and looked upon me with frowns and names.

I am the 'Heartless Boy'.

I am the 'Tearless Boy'.

They are wrong.

What do they know about me?

What do they know about anything?

They are the heartless ones. The tearless ones. They are the cruel ones.

Not even bothering to ask how I feel when I hear those names. Not even bothering to ask how I felt when I saw them lying on the ground breathless and lifeless.

They are the Heartless Ones... not I.