Introduction
A mad grin spread across his features, his blond hair was now tainted a deep red, across his chest there was blood along with some scratches and bruises, his lilac eyes were devoid of emotion as some body parts hit the ground.
The original boy was reduced to nothing but a pile of flesh, blood and guts scattered all over the place…
Who would think that a hockey stick could cause all that damage?
Looking closely to the 'body' you could notice it was once a young man with sunkissed blond hair, a rebellious cowlick on top and astonishing azure eyes which now reflected emptiness…
If you looked at both of them (before the other was reduced to a bloody mass) you could mistake them easily as twins… or you could only notice one…
He hated that…
Being confused, ignored, mistaken, hit and nearly raped only because he looked like his 'Brother'. Nobody knew him… those who saw him mistook him… His family forgot about him and when they remembered it was only for convenience…
At first he thought about killing himself… and he really tried… and he really tried, but even through the stabbed himself, cut himself and shot himself, he kept healing… those were the 'benefits' of being a nation.
He felt useless, pathetic, worthless and hopeless, for not being even able to kill himself, he started to fall slowly into depression and madness without him being able to notice…
This is how his story begins…
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Ruin of the Heart
"If your spirit suffers too much, you will soon start to hallucinate…
And in the end, you will be destroyed and more worrying yet…
Is that you will not be even conscious of that fact" –Ib Game
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