Huge raindrops were falling from the sky. It was raining now for nearly four hours, and it did not seem it would stop soon. At the beginning they were so slight nobody paid any attention to the weather, but when it turned into such a heavy rain like the drops would fall down merciless from countless strings the streets died out like there had never been any life outside.

Only a single person in a black coat, soaked to the skin dared it to use the sidewalk. It was a little boy, frightened of the worst thing he could imagine, running as fast as he could to a small house with a flat roof, his brown eyes opened wide showing a scream of terror.

1. Capter: "The mental sickness of some people"

Standing on the doormat of this house which looked like all the other ones in the street I hesitated although I would only get an shelter there. But I hated that building. Not for its outlooking. Because of the people inside of it, in fact only one person. But this was just another day to face there was no exit of his life.

- Click-

Slowly the door opened, I eyed carefully through a little gap. Maybe there was nobody so I had only to wipe up the water dripping in many small drops down from me everywhere and she wouldn´t find out...

"Jules-?!" Said an unmerciful voice from a very angry looking woman with short brown hair and wearing a dark blue, nearly black dress with a blossom-pattern and an apron in front of him. "Where have you been? I told you to return home immediately after school!!" In a shaky voice I tried to put things right.

"I just missed the last bus home-!" But she never forgave any delays,

"Come on, do you think I´m such a fool to believe you this story´? Every time you´re openeing your mouth you´re just telling lies, that´s why no one will ever some kind of love´ you!!", and explanations and apologies she never accepted.

I looked up to her - my mother - and sighed "Okay-", just the raindrops in my face hid the small tears which escaped my sad amber eyes.

The only place I wanted to go to now was my room in the upper level. Every day I said to myself I would be safe there, because she had to remain in front of the door.

The bag I used every day too had its own place where it landed after it was thrown away through the air. But the most important thing now was to undress, the wet clothing was an invitation for every cold. No matter where it landed too, I was just told to make a mountain of clothes. Laying on my bed only in underpants I thought about my life...

Yes, my name is Jules, I am nearly eleven years old and I am a real bright one. But I did just study so hard because my mother had said so. After graduating, she promised me, I would be allowed to choose the subject I wanted to study at university, that was the only great motivation that I needed. The glasses I wore were one thing to proof that. Since I was born I had been a little short-sighted, but after she had let me read even in slight light I saw even worse. Actually I had been able to wear normal glasses but my mother didn´t want it. She demanded I should use these horrible goggles which prevented any look straight in my eyes. Although they matched in a beautiful way with my pitch-black hair.

But there was still one thing wrong.

"Don´t be so lazy, you´re supposed to help me in the kitchen-!" There was no refuge. I wasn´t allowed to lock the door of my room or even to have any other personal space. "And put on some clothes. I can´t stand seeing you this way!"

"Mother, I am feeling so cold. Maybe I am sick..."

"Then take a blanket-!! Are you so dumb? Just come down and help me!"

Right, there was no way out. Not for the first time I had found out my only job was to work, a defective one like someone with a private life and freetime one could do what he wanted was not tolerated.

Down, in the kitchen, my mother was making dough for a cake and she had nearly finished her work. "You´re late."

"What is it for?"

"That´s a pretty stupid question. Just crack these eggs for me, then add some milk and butter, some salt and... okay, I´m looking for the blender now." As nearly everytime I had to do such things. She went away, explaining she had to do something really important, get this or that and then... sometimes she didn´t return. That was really unpleasant. Waiting in the cold, while it was raining, finish the cake dough... There were many examples more. And everytime she was asked about it, she said sheepish something like I forgot´, It was too cold´ and so on.

After all ingredients were in the big bowl I was standing alone in the room. I became more cold and just wanted to lay in my bed and hide under a thick and cuddly blanket like no one would be able to harm me, but even though she wanted to finish this cake this would be my work once more.

The story about the blender was just an excuse. It was in the cupboard below the sink, she had not to leave the kitchen. It wasn´t nice, but the last part was really easy. I had just to put the plug into the socket and then mix it. Pretty easy. And I was fast. When I had done everything I just wanted to go away quickly. If there was something she didn´t like-

"What have you done?! You spoilt the whole dough, you foolish idiot!!" She had tried a piece of it. I froze as he stand in the doorway. "I knew you were evil!! Ever since you´re born, you´ve that look in your eyes, I know you like it to torture me, it´s a great fun to you to ruin my whole life, right?!" She moved to me with a hatred in her eyes... I was small and vulnerable and had nothing to protect myself. "I won´t let you continue this. This time you´ve gone too far. Just to let you know: I rue the day you were born, you demon, the worst person ever lived on this planet-!! Now go away, I CAN´T STAND YOU ANYMORE!!"

It snapped me out of his trance. How often had I heard these words, everytime they got sharper than the previous time, ripping into my very soul, never letting me go. A feeling of desperation. As fast as I could I ran up the steps into my room to disappear under this blanket. Although I felt so terrible cold the tears let me fall asleep somehow when the cold turned into an heat, raising only one question.

How could a mother do such things to her own child..?

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Annotation:

Thank you. I really thank you for reading this. I just have to get this from my heart. Maybe you think this is about Dib again although this figure has a diffrent name. But that should be Prof. Membrane (okay, I could have chosen any other name than Jules´, but I think it does not matter now). I don´t know exactly, but have you ever thought about his life before he became Dib´s father? But the greatest questions at the moment are What makes us humans? How do we become who we are?´

for me.

This won´t be the end, because after I have finished this fic I will reveal a great secret.

So I have to thank you again. I would feel glad if you would read the next chaps. Please give me some feedback.

Thanks.