O.K., forgot to go through the drill the last time around, so, here goes-
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Chuffy-barmed-oc, Silver of Melody, and Angelkat2502 for taking the time to review my work. Believe me, I wouldn't be continuing this if it weren't for you guys. Thanks, once again, and would love to hear more from you.
Now, on with the story…
Last time…
He still grimaced when he remembered what she'd done to him when he had used his telekinesis inadvertently five years ago.
This was the primary reason for his instinctive shunning of magick. Even thoughusing magick, he knew was in his blood, something he was meant to do, 16 years worth of pain had taught him to effectively block out his gut instincts.
His life always had been bleak, devoid of even a shred of happiness. At times, he'd even wondered the very point of getting up in the morning. What's the damn use, he had mused, all that's gonna happen is me get hurt, again.
In the end, his mind just came up with one, smarting question- why? What was it that he'd done, to his mom, or to the world? Why was the whole damn universe so hell bent on hurting him?
Truth be told, the very fact that his mom wanted to hurt him in the way she did, hurt him a lot more than the physical pain of the abuse.
After all, no pain can equal knowing the very woman who gave birth to you, enjoys your pain, your agony.
Feeling horribly cold all of a sudden, he drew the bed sheet closer to his body, with no discernible effect.
He felt a deep, burning sensation in his chest which seemed liable to make his very being implode. After a few moments, he realized what the feeling was- hunger. A voracious, unquenchable appetite to be loved.
He wanted to be loved, to be nestled in loving arms, to be told that it was O.K., that the ordeal was over. For God's sake, he wanted to have a reason to wake up in the morning, he wanted to look at his mother's eyes and see love there, instead of hatred!
For the billionth time, he wished that his life was more normal. He wanted his mother to love him, to make him feel safe and secure. He felt choked, suffocated by his life. All he wanted right then was to die, and to have it over with.
With an enormous effort, he regained his composure. Wallowing in self pity wasn't his favorite course of action. It isn't worth it dammit! he thought, his former feelings of sadness giving way to anger. If my dear mother enjoys seeing me suffer, then I'm not gonna give her that satisfaction, he thought grimly.
My life is my own. And I intend to live. I don't care how much I have to bear, but I'm getting outta this hell hole!
His mind made up, he ferociously punched his pillow to flatten a lump, and forced his brain to shut down, and summoned sleep to himself.