CHAPTER ONE
I look over the beautiful landscape of the city...
No wait, not a city. A kingdom.
Dammit. I have to start noticing things. Like the extremely large castle in the back.
Ok, so I look over the beautiful landscape of the KINGDOM.
Yeah that's better.
Where were we?
Oh right, the story.
I take note of the small child, trying desperately to shimmy up a tree. Meanwhile, three larger, and probably older, kids huddle around it, laughing and attempting to get up the tree as well.
But lucky for the smaller child, he was the only one to succeed in that.
Fuck, what was his name again? I am certain that I know it.
How could I not know it?
How could I forget?
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit...
I stop yourself from pounding your head against a wall when I hear the larger kids yelling to the smaller one... WHAT WAS HIS NAME GOD DAMMIT?!
Oh yeah. Story. Stop being sidetracked.
"Come on, Sollux!" I hear the largest kid call. "We were just playing around!" He laughed along with the other two at the base of the tree.
Sollux, god dammit, that's his name. It's such an uncommon one.
I remember that he lives with his deathly sick mother. His father works for the military, and he hasn't seen him since he was four...
Did I mention he was almost seven? Or about how one of his eyes was a super light brown, almost looking red and the other was an ice blue?
How about the fact that he's bullied because of his consistent lisps?
I remind myself that I am the worst narrators in the history of narrators.
"Go away!" Sollux screeched from his branch high up in the tree. "I guyth are tho mean to me!"
The kids at the bottom burst into laughter. I see Sollux grip the tree harder, tears beginning to pour down his face.
One of the fatter kids picked up a small stone next to him.
"Hey guys," He muttered to the other two. "Watch this."
He chucked the rock up the tree, whacking into Sollux's back.
I hear Sollux whimpering as the three kids laughed.
That poor thing. I could just hug him forever. But I'm the narrator.
Sucks to be him.
The other kids began throwing rocks at the poor, whimpering child, gripping to the tree for dear life. The rocks had either hit the branch, making it shake almost violently, or hitting Sollux, which put bruises all over him and just freaked him out more.
Just then, a loud crack of lightning startles both Sollux and I. The other three just begin to run off into the distance as heavy rain poured from the sky.
Sollux, now both bruised and wet, slowly made his way down the tree to the ground.
As he began limping down the sidewalk in the loud rain, I began going over notes.
Seven years of age...
Different colored eyes...
Father in military... Sick mother...
Lisps- currently bullied...
Oh, there's something I haven't said.
Sollux loves to pull the end of his hair, near the neck, pointed up. It doesn't take long, considering his hair is pretty thin.
Also brown. A REALLY dark brown. Almost black, but not black.
Brown.
And... A whole bunch of freckles dotted his face.
So much that it would take about fifty years to count them all.
He also had a thing for sweater vests.
But now, the one he's wearing is completely ruined due to the rain.
Oh wait, hang on a second...
Sollux twisted the unlocked door knob to his shitty house.
Inside were a torn couch and a table. A small sleeping bag sat in the corner with a flattened pillow.
On the couch laid a wheezing, sick lady. I note that she is Sollux's beloved mother.
Who is on the verge of dying.
I don't know how, I just know she will be dead in a month.
I do my best not to LOL all over the place.
Because that would be mean.
What was I doing?
Sollux wraps a dirty towel from the floor around his shoulders and goes to check on his sleeping mother. He nudges her awake softly.
I quietly sigh to myself.
"Oh." The sleeping woman slowly lifted her eyelids. Her icy blue irises shined through red eyes. "Hello, Sollux."
She smiled weakly as Sollux stared at her happily.
"Hey, Mom." Sollux pulled the thin blanked up to his mother's neck to cover her better. "Thleepy?"
His mother grinned a little wider.
"A little." She replied before falling back into a doze.
Sollux watched the rain fall from the window. Looking off into the distance, he remembered he needed to pick up a couple of things tomorrow.
Which by the way, would be a Saturday.
And when he would come home, he would stop by the shore to stare off into the horizon and daydream.
I, being the narrator, know exactly what is going to happen tomorrow, which would probably be the best day of Sollux's young life.
