Chapter 1: Unfortunate Story

Pech was born on the second day of the fourth month during the year of two thousand and six. His mother went into labor whilst she was asleep during the time of the second hour of the day. She screamed loudly because of the pain that caught her off guard and awoken her from her nice dream. The women's screams echoed in the house and awoke not just the father but the surronding people nearby in other houses.

The father grabbed the women and rushed out the door without caring about locking it. The father ran red lights and almost caused people to lose their lives. Many new pairs of blue and red lights flashed behind him, but his wife's screams that shook his heart made him ignore the lights and continued to drive to the hospital.

He rushed into the emergency station before turning himself in into the police.

Two Thousand Six > Two Thousand Ten

Pech's family was no longer sleeping in a nice house but rather a run down apartment in a cheap location in a isolated area of the city. He was in a sleeping bag and was eating small fractions of cereal that were coated in cigarette ashes that his mother often smoke to relieve herself of stress. She often cried while cursing every good thing and lucky person that remained in the world. When Pech's father ran out of the house during the time of Pech's birth, he left the door unlocked which caused the effect of the house being robbed of everything. Pech's family didn't trust banks and kept all money in the house. They lost everything, but still had to pay the bills for Pech.

Despite not showing it on her face the women that birthed Pech hated him to the core of her soul, he caused her pain, her high school sweetheart was now awaiting trial, they lost their home, and all of their money. She wished the son she birthed was never born, but despite hating him and thinking these thoughts she never acted on it and did everything she could to allow him to live. She believed it wasn't his fault and did everything that was possible to earn money.

Two Thousand Ten > Two Thousand Eleven

Pech was now five and was using the kitchen to make his mother a birthday cake. He saw a video on the internet and followed every step to not mess up. He picked up every small or large amount of change he could find to afford this cake for his mother. He sat the cake on the tabe that was made of wood and covered in paper towels as a table farbric.

He waited and waited for his mother to come home, hours had passed by and there were still no signs of coming back.

It was four o clock in the morning and Pech finally heard the door knob twisting, his sleepy red eyes burned but they soon became lively when the knob turned and his mother wobbily walked in with a limp. Her clothing was torn up, her makeup was destroyed by tears, and her entire body carried traces of fresh red bruises. She looked at Pech with a fake smile smile as tears fell down her face like heavy rain.

She used the walls to go over to Pech and sat down. She cried sliently as she pretended to blow out the non existent candles. She hugged Pech and told him to get some rest while she ate. Pech wanted to stay even while his eyes burned like flames, but he left after hearing his mothers stomach.

Pech went to sleep and woke up hours later. He saw his mother sleeping next to the table with a untouched cake and open eyes. He waved and wished her well and went to collect money for his mother.

This went on for a while until Pech started to smell a nasty smell that made him throw up. He went around the house and looked at his mother who was still sitting in the exact position. He overtime found out that the smell was coming from his mother and decided to spray her down with the stuff she often used to smell better.

It worked

Pech smiled as he climbed into his mother's lap a fell asleep on his mother's cold body.

Two Thousand Eleven > Two Thousand Twelve

Pech was starting to run out of things to spray his mother with. Their were was still untouched cake on the table because his mother said she would eat it, so no matter how much his tummy screamed he would never eat it.

His mother was his mother and he was her son, he would never leave her no matter how lazy she was and decided to never move.

Two Thousand Twelve > Two Thousand Thirthteen

He finally ran out of stuff to spray his mother. He didn't care how much different she looked or how bad she smelled, so he coutinued to hug her until she woke up.

A month had now passed and Pech decided to ask for spray for his mother. He went to a nearby neighbor. The units next to him were all empty because of a smell that came from a unknown place. Pech hopped on the railing of the building and jumped to the doorbell, he hit it before falling on his back. The door still didn't open so he coutinued to do it until it opened. A old women came out and yelled at Pech like a person that cost her at six figure job. Pech got up from the ground and asked her for a bottle of smell good to make his mama smell better.

The women eyes softened after really looking at the dirty child that had rough hands, dirty clothing, and blood on his knees. She sighed and asked him to take her to his mother. She decided to have a word with her and rolled up her sleeves in a threating manner.

She opened the door and screamed before unsteadily taking her phone from her pockets and dialing a three digit number. The women hugged Pech until the blue and red flashing lights arrived. Two men came out of the car and rushed into the house then began to loudly yell into a black object on their shoulders. Many more red and blue lights came closer. A man and a women stepped out. The women rushed over to Pech and hugged him while rubbing his hair. Pech didn't refuse and only smiled as this was second time today he felt warmth from a hug today. His mother's body was often cold. The police man and women took him into and car and drove him to the station.

The surronding officers looked at him with eyes of pity and ordered him something to eat. This action delighted Pech because he had to only drink water and eat out of fast food trashes inside of his dark and waterless house.

He ate joyfully while laughing.