Prologue

Have you ever wondered if your life is the worst? that you are the only being on the planet that isn't love? that your mere existence was a mistake? An outcast to society?

I had no parents, ever since I'm able to comprehend I had always been alone.

Having no one to care for me, wondering why I even came into this world, if my very existence had any meaning, or if my departure will have any impact on this accursed world.

My only salvation was my love for fantasy, comics, anime, stories, movies, or novels, anything that can distract me from the pain and suffering I had in this world.

I wanted something that they had, power, purpose, families.

But at the end, that never came true, I understand they are mere fantasies, made up worlds created by others, but that's what I wanted, like those protagonists, to think that any given time, my opportunity will come, and that my destiny will come.

This was all I was able to think about until I died of illness at the mare age of 18.

֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎

If today is all you have to live, what will you do?

Let me tell you what I would do, I will try to survive.

It's ironic, that even when you are given a second chance, life doesn't seem to like you, and makes your life full of pain and suffering.

Why do I know the world hates me? Because this isn't my first shot at life.

I'm in a place exactly the same as the one I come from, the exact cities, nations, languages, but they don't have the same culture, and I notice this when I was searching for some of my favorite characters from my past life.

By the way my name is Bruce, Bruce Brooks. Black hair, blue eyes, strong jawline, and tall.

I was born March 13, 2001, currently 19 years old.

Ever since I was 6 to 7 months old, I have had flashbacks of my past life. At the beginning I thought nothing of them, I mean what can a mere baby do, but as I grew up, the flashbacks became more realistic.

My past life was bad, I grew up alone, meddled on the street alone, got beat up, exploited, and at the end dying alone somewhere.

Here I'm an orphan, but at the beginning this start was different, all I had on me was a pendant, I'm guessing it was what my mother left behind for me, for a couple of years I grew up on an orphanage, it wasn't all smiles and rainbows, but compared with what I had live through, my new case wasn't that bad, until one day.

I was 6 years old and when a young couple when to the orphanage, they wanted to meet me and get to know me, at that time, a family was all I wanted, so I happily when with them, but what awaited me wasn't the family I envision, they didn't want a son, they wanted a slave, and me being young I couldn't do anything about it, thus my hellish life began.

I was 14 years old, maybe it was due to my genes, but I was taller than kids my age group, so the demands of my supposed parent escalated, at the beginning it was just delivering drugs to people, in the disguise of a family present, or little robberies at the street, or schools the send me to, but one day they brought a girl, at first, I was confused, but I heard them taking.

They had kidnaped the girl, the worst part was that she, like me, was adopted, but she was lucky, she was adopted by a rich family, from what I have heard the family is connected to some powerful people.

I had never love somebody, you could say I never had the chance to fall in love, but how can you not like someone when she was an angel, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever laid my eyes upon, her name was Olivia, and I'm guessing she was kidnaped because of my parents saw her at my school.

"Bruce takes this to the girl."

My father said to me, what they made me take was her food.

As I was in front of the door, for some unknown reason I didn't want to open the door, I didn't want her to know that I was involved in this.

"Give it to her!!"

My father yelled at me, I had no other choice but to open the door, but what fed my vision wasn't a scared little girl, trembling in a corner, asking where her parents were. No, what was entering my eyes, was a girl sitting on the bed looking straight at me.

Her eyes had no malice, or hatred towards me, she just looked at me with her peaceful eyes.

"Hi, Bruce"

She said in a soft voice, and as I heard that I couldn't help but get mad at my parents for doing this to her.

I averted my eyes, I didn't want to look at her, as I felt guilt.

I walked towards a small table that was next to the window and left the plate of food there.

Since this is a 2-floor house and this room is on the second floor, she can't escape if she doesn't want to get hurt by jumping from a high altitude.

I decided to leave, and as I was about to close the door, I said to her in a low voice.

"…I'm sorry."

"I know."

She said to me, as I heard that I looked at her, and she was looking at me.

"You know, Bruce when I look into your eyes, I always feel pain, you don't have friends, you are always fighting, everyone in school fears you, yet you don't look happy. But I have seen you look at some of our classmate when we are leaving, and you look full of jealousy, and I always wonder why but now I understand, you don't have to worry."

As I heard what she said, all I could muster was, an "Ok" and left.

The situation continued for a while, my parents wanted a lot for her, and the other party was urgently searching for her, all this while we became close to each other, I learned a lot of thing about her, and like me, her family wasn't perfect, apparently her father was doing some shady business as well, but more on a scale, and that got thinking that maybe, this wasn't just because of me, but something to do with the interest of other.

This situation lasted for about a month, but for the first time I could say I fell in love and she felt the same, from the number of things we talked about I could say she knows me better than my parents, so we decided to escape.

Since all I was in charge of was her food, I had to think of a way we could leave this place, I decided to leave my backpack full of essential in her room, I took all of my saving, which basically was part of the money I stole, and since I didn't give it all to my parent, it has become quite the amount.

I decided to put them to sleep, and since they don't have their guard against me, it was pretty easy. All I did was put some sleeping pills on their drink, they liked to drink beer almost all the time, so that wasn't really hard.

As they fell asleep, we made our way to the garage, they had a 2000 impala, and it still ran so we decided to elope.

Since we live on Houston, out plan was to mode to NY or NJ, unfortunately we here caught, the car had many tickets and the state trooper stopped us, seeing 2 teenagers made him suspicious, and when he returned to his car, I stepped on the petal, and so a highway chase, tock place. Eventually we were intercepted, as we were detained, it was made known that Olivia was missing, so things escalated.

Olivia's family came to pick her up, and took her away, when they left the father told me to never go near her daughter ever again, and Olivia kept telling me that we will meet later. then I narrated everything to the police from the day I was adopted to the way that we escaped.

A couple of days later, I was taken to a Juvenile Detention Center. Apparently, I had killed my parents, by mixing the sleeping pill with the alcohol. I was sentenced to 5 years. And honestly, I didn't care, all that was on my mind was what will happen to Olivia.

They decided to leave the pendant with me, I don't know why but they did.