27 May 2016

Tobias (fiction)

My name is Tobias. I'm 14 years old, and I don't like to talk much, because my Mom hit me in the face when I was 10 with a baseball bat and it left me with a serious speech impediment that I get bullied for constantly. It sucks, but what can you do, right?


Sometimes, while I'm out fishing, I just let my mind wander to what it would be like to have a different life than the one I've been saddled with. To have a Mom who loved me and didn't drink all the time. I wonder what I did for her to hate me as much as she does, you know? I didn't do anything to her, I try to stay out of her way as best I can. Never know what's going to set her off. She's on psych medications, and she drinks, and from what I've heard, you're not supposed to mix the two. She won't listen, though, to what anyone tells her. She thinks that what she does is her business, and to hell with what everyone else says. Yeah, whatever, lady. Never mind that you're hurting me, but yet when you sober up and see the damage you inflicted, you're all tears and apologies.

I don't know how much more I can stand of this, man. I've tried to talk to my teachers at school about what's going on, but they don't listen, either. Why listen to a kid, you know what I'm saying? I can't talk to my father, because he's not in the picture anymore. He left when I was two. Got sick of my Mom, most likely. He left and didn't look back. Never even contacts me anymore. Well, at least I think he doesn't. My Mom claims he doesn't care about either of us, that's why he left.

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