The boy sat alone in a corner, ostracized by the other children. No one even looked at him except to jest.
'Its alright' he told himself. 'Once I get home everything will be alright.' He knew that he was lying to himself but did it anyway. Then there he was in the entry way of his house. Everything was dark , furniture casting long shadows threatening to swallow him up.
"Mom, Dad!" he nervously called. He began padding his small feet across the room but he did not seem to be going anywhere no matter how many times he lifted his legs. The walls grew wide like a sea ready to crash around him. Images seeming like apparitions surrounded him. His firth birthday party, sitting alone staring at the store bought cupcake. A letter stared up from the counter.
Happy Birthday, father and I have a meeting in Osaka again. Be a good boy and stay inside.
~Love Mom
Thousands of other lonely times circled him. Other meetings and parties. He grew dizzy, pent up anger and sorrow consuming him.
"Rahh!" Izuki screamed jolting awake. He glanced over at the happy family photo of his parents holding him as a newborn. He swatted it down cracking the glass.
"Fuck!" He muttered before buring his head in blankets.