“you have nothing.” she said, her voice taunting. “You are nothing.”
“ give in.”
And in that moment, he decided not to. not ever. he, who had everything ripped from him when he was four. and when he was nine. and over and over again, and for it got nothing but blank stares and empty apologies and promises always broken.
He decided he would take the ash of the bridges burnt by circumstance of birth and ignorance of others, and grow roses. and laugh in the faces of the fates and spit in the eye of the devil, face god and raise a middle finger.
On that day - a perfectly ordinary Wednesday - a boy, thought by everyone to be a little dull, whose life someone might call tragic and forget, decided to become extraordinary.
and so he fought back - after all, when life gives you lemons, squirt them in its eyes.
"You have no friends, no family, nothing. You're pathetic. Just die, you know the world will be better off without you."
"I'm gonna do exactly the opposite cause I'm fuelled by spite."