Wanted

At last I have someone. Somebody actually likes me. Me, the one everyone ignored, hated, thought should die. The person who brought nothing but misfortune to his family, so he was locked up in a cell. A cursed child who has a weak immune system and forced to feel the emotions of the people who were around him. The boy who was raped by a psychotic murderer and cursed even father into a slow death. The forever 16 year old boy who is insecure and helpless; locked behind a mask that is slowly being taken down by you, the demonic angel.

It surprised me that an idiot like you had such a cursed past as well; that after everything that happened you could act so happy. ( Even if it was fake.) You cared so much about me that I was scared. No one has ever cared about me in my 16 years of life, now death, but you do. Without even knowing me that well you protected me and worried about me like my own shining knight. I slowly started to get used to you and your caring ways, so much that now I depend on you like an abandoned puppy. I follow you around and stay close to your side at all times, I even moved in with you, not wanting to lose the one person who understands the broken child that I am. You slowly piece me together and wipe away my fears of being shunned and unloved like I was before. You do everything you can think of just to get me to smile or laugh. ( Even if you get hurt in the process.) The way you look at me, talk to me, and act around me is always so loving and caring. It makes me feel so happy, so alive, ( metaphorically speaking ) and most of all it makes me feel…..

Wanted.