Hi. This is a story I had planned on using for an assessment at school but my teacher did not like it so I am posting it here. Please review.
I sit still, staring out the window of the train. Just staring. No one pays me any mind. I guess there are good things about being so young. No one notices a small child. I know why they do not pay me any attention, it's not like I am anything of worth. I had ran away that morning for this very reason. No one wants a worthless child like me. All I have ever done was create more work, my relatives made sure I knew that.
When I was really young, from around the age of five until I was seven, I used to imagine that I had some great destiny awaiting me; that one day I would break from my world of misery and become something great. All the books I had read, which I was not supposed to nor should I have been able to, pointed to this. A small worthless boy being found and embraced by a greater destiny. I have since learned that that is the stuff of fiction. There are no happy endings in real life.
As I sit people passing by slowly start to take notice of me. Someone grabs my shoulders, I did not even realise someone came in and twists me to face them. I do not flinch as I would have yesterday I just stare at them. Not speaking, not hearing, just staring. It no longer matters to me who they are, for after a life like mine the only thing that matters is if they are going to hurt me and after what happened earlier today I doubt anything will ever truly hurt me again. Finally realising why they could not get my attention they scream. I would wince, but I can't. The person's scream brought others running, and when they see me their screams join the person's. This is the last I know before I depart leaving everyone. Dead, I leave the world as though I had never lived. No one will mourn for me. No one will visit my grave, the unnamed grave of the worthless, unwanted and unloved ten-year-old.