What is Life? Life is but a story full of impurities. devoid of plot armor saving you in the nick of time; which is just a distant dream that everyone wishes to have but is unable to.

  Everyone from every nation, race, color, religion knows hardship. nobody is capable of escaping that fact.

  Be it Kings, queens, emperors, farmers, normal civilians with normal households and lifestyles to poor orphans with no one but themselves to rely on, or even from the worst villain to the best hero we all are born in the same way; out of our mother's wombs and into the world. Don't we all have the same flesh and blood?

  What makes a villain a villain and a hero a hero? Is it the people? Or their achievements and feats? Or is it their attitude?

  In this world there are no heroes nor are there any villains.

  In this world villains are not born instead they are made and heroes aren't necessarily heroes.

  everybody has evil in their hearts. they just don't know it.

  Everyone born has hardships that others can never understand.

  Men have to be tough in every situation whether they like it or not because the women and children around them depend on them by instinct, men are the pillars of every household so they do not have the time to cry or whine about any hardships they have. they can only "Man up" and face it head on.

  Women on the other hand have to go through the pain of periods; which brings random uncontrollable mood swings that may or may not ruin their relationships with other people every single month and on top of that they have to give birth to children after bearing them for 9 month.

  Parents have to teach and educate their children through life so that they can survive this cold harsh world that we live in; A mother teaches the son how to love and how to be compassionate.

  And a father teaches the son how to be tough and face the world and how to get up after being knocked out.

  A son has to listen to his parents and not be ungrateful to them and take care of his parents when they get older. An older brother and sister have to take care of their younger siblings.

  A king and queen must take care of their kingdom and ensure their future.

  And a farmer needs to get up every morning and take care of his farm.

  what happens when each of them don't perform their roles properly and live chaotically?

  a certain boy was born in a slum outside the city called euphoria as the son of a drug addict mother and a junkie father that beats his family on the slightest whim. He was born as the result of a drunken sex between two people that didn't know each other, other than being both addicts themselves, He was the product of two lustful people playing around.

  He was born in a run down house that belonged to his parent's friend that helped them with his birth. as the baby cried and breathed his first breaths his parents sighed in relief as they longed to get back to their usual lives of debauchery.

  while he was in the hands of his mother the devil whispered to them and enticed them to get back to their addictions. In the midst of their doubts and thoughts the baby boy had fallen asleep like a graceful angel that took their breaths away at his cuteness.

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  The boy inherited his mother's beautiful looks along with her silky black hair and black eyes and his father's beautiful skin that was fair along with his full lips. He looked like the most innocent and beautiful baby boy. he was healthy with no diseases. And had the most beautiful smile.

  After going back home the mother was ecstatic as she could start using drugs again and the father looked sinister that he knew the child was born so he could do what he wants without caring about the baby in the mother's womb.

  The father was a drunk and abusive man and he liked asserting his dominance over those weaker than him. He couldn't do that when the mother was pregnant but now that she was not he could do so again.

  And soon began the boy's life. his father would came back home every night and beat the mother just to let out steam. while he would be left alone in his old cradle that was probably picked from the trash on the street. his cries echoed in the distance as they faded into the darkness with no one to hear him. was he hungry? was he hurting? sick? or did he want to relieve himself? it didn't matter as no one gave a fuck about him.

  his parents treated him like a burden and only came to give him their leftovers every once in a while so he doesn't die. after all if he died it would be troublesome to deal with the aftermath.

  it didn't take long before the mom got back to her old habits of taking drugs and indulging in her desires.

  she neglected the child and only fed him naturally through her breasts until he came of the age to eat leftover food. this was the case until he grew and was able to walk and talk. when he was of that age his parents stopped caring whether he was around or not but occasionally gave him leftovers.

  he knew what starvation meant before knowing the meaning of love. thus he became lifeless as if he was a robot.

  light shined through the tinted window in front of the boy and as he laid his eyes upon them out of sheer curiosity he saw the outside for the first time in his life. it was a dirty slum with junkies and garbage all over with the sky towering over this view he saw the clouds forming after what appeared to be raining his eyes sprang back to life as he saw the beauty of the sun setting after the rain the light of the sun came from deep within the clouds , and as the clouds cleared the sun could be seen setting.

  this seen made him want to see more of this beauty. this was the first time he ever felt warm in his life. he then became fascinated with life and started to look for similar beauty and warmth everywhere around him. he instinctively knew that there is more than what he had even though he didn't understand that yet as he was just a kid.

  from an early age he developed an interest in learning about everything around him such as the bugs on the floor, the process of which the door was made and how the things worked in general whether it be living things or machines.

  as he grew this fascination of his didn't go unnoticed from his father, he had a face of irritation jealousy and anger every time he saw the boy smile and untainted even in the middle of his situation where he was abused both verbally and physically. the father would beat him when the mother wasn't around for him to let out steam. while his mother would beat him whenever the father around because she couldn't retaliate against the father or whenever he made the slightest mistake. the boy longed for his mother's embrace and her love as she never gave him any sort of affection whatsoever.

  when the winter came the night grew long and his sleep grew lonely.

  the boy: "Mom? is that you? where are we?"

  the mother: what do you mean this is our home? silly boy where else would we be?

  the boy: but its clean and tidy i don...

  before he could finish his sentence the mother rushes to him and hugs him saying "i'm sorry my sweet boy i shouldn't have done what i did to you would you please forgive your inadequate mother?" while crying

  the boy was caught off guard and couldn't react and was stunned in his place, he couldn't either hug her back. tears just started rolling down his face as he coudn't believe the scene unfolding before him.

  the boy: for..hhng...g-give you for -sob- what Mom? d-did something h-happen?

  he said as he didn't know that what he was going through was abuse, he thought nothing was wrong with their actions as he never knew anything in his life other than that.

  the mom: just know that all of this happened because of your...

  "CRASH"

  "HEY BOY WHEN I CALL YOU YOU COME HERE RIGHT AWAY" the mother yelled after throwing a glass on the wall behind him which broke and a shard flew to his hand and grazed him.

  the boy: Yes mother i am sorry it won't happen again

  he went to her as he lowered his head.

  The boy wasn't smart he was just like any other kid his age but life made him become smarter and adapt just like how an animal adapts to his environment he adapted by being shrewd and controlling his emotions and he knew how to appease and deal with psychotic people. he realized many things at a young age. which forced him to have to be smart in turn hurt him, as that only made him realize on that his parents didn't give a fuck about him.

  He learned of the cold hard truths of cruelty at a very young age that if you don't take care of yourself no one will. as if that wasn't enough, his parents were broke so they forced him to go beg for money on the streets.

  it was the first time he got out to the street even if it was to beg. he became excited at the idea of a new world opening up to him.

  it was then that he met Omar.

  Omar was a tall, average looking man with black hair and brown eyes, he looked geeky but masculine.

  Omar approached the kid with a smile while he was begging for money. He tossed him money and sat next to him on the filthy street. And asked "what's your name?"