Just Existing

'Ignorance is bliss.'

That is what my existence incorporates. I am neither loved nor wanted, cherished nor cared for, I am just… Living

Throughout my life I was ignored, whether it was my father, step-mother, half-sibling, teachers, or simply bystander's. Neither of the former looked my way nor acknowledged me. For my father, I understood, he loved my mother, and my birth took that away from him. After all the neglect, scorn and hate he projected onto me, I grew to accept that he'll never love me.

My step-mother and half-sibling on the other hand? I couldn't tell. They simply went about their day and never once looked my way. For they neither saw any meaning to having me around. My younger sisters birth made me excited, yet all her life she abused and talked down to me. What did I do in return you may ask? Nothing, I did nothing at all. 

I was so fed up with my life that I didn't even care if I were to die the next second. I just went about my days, paying the bullying, abuse, and neglect, no mind. 

'Why did I do such a thing.'

I wondered to myself.

'Ah, yes, that's why.'

At that point in time, I simply didn't think life could get any worse, how truly foolish I was.

Not long after my 17th birthday I collapsed. I woke up in the schools nursing office with a headache that was truly excruciating. I told the nurse about it, but she simply told me I was just depressed and needed rest.

'And you call yourself a nurse with that mouth…'

However, later that day, I collapsed once more on my way home from school. Waking up was nothing surprising, I was in the same spot, it was night, my nose was bleeding, and I felt like death was encroaching upon me. Curious of the time, I gazed at the watch I found in an alley, which rested upon my hand, just thrown aside, like me.

9:11 pm

"It's late, I should hurry home…" I told myself, but I couldn't. Something was wrong with me and I had to find out. Making my way to the district's local hospital, I discussed my health with the only doctor I could find.

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After having a few tests done, the doctor looked at me with a face devoid of emotion and voiced my condition with no visible care, understandable, for we've never met until now. Why care for someone who you've only just met?

"You have CAD, also known as coronary artery disease, the world's deadliest heart disease known to man." Stated the doctor.

"…"

"We have treatment, but it's probably something you can't afford by the looks of you."

"Astute observation doc."

Raising from his seat and turning to leave, the protagonist asked.

"Just how long do I have to live?"

"I'd give you 5 and a half years at best." Stated the doctor with no change of expression.

"I see… Thank you for the information, I shall take my leave."

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Exiting the hospital, the young man contemplated his life. He's never done anything noteworthy, nor has he ever held a woman's gaze. He considered himself a failure that even the world ignored.

As for the news the doctor broke to him earlier? He simply didn't care whether he lived or died, that was how bad his mental health was. At most he'd have to put up with this cruel world for 5 more years before he was welcomed to the sweet embrace of eternal slumber, known as death. Little did he know, life was not done having its way with him.

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Later that night, the young boy made his way home. As expected, no one waited for him or greeted him, there wasn't even any dinner left for him.

'As usual.'

Taking a shower and heading to bed, the young man relished the warm and comforting feeling of his bed. At the very least his father had the decency to purchase him a bed….

Nevertheless, he would soon come to regret ever expressing any sort of gratitude towards his father.

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3:50 am

Two hours and 10 minutes from dawn, our protagonists father left his room, his right-hand bloody, whilst his left held a bottle of alcohol. Within the room he left, lay the bodies of his wife and daughter, unmoving…

Marching to our Mc's room, his father had a deranged smile splattered across his face. The excitement of possibly torturing his son who took his love from him elated him to no end, and after taking the life of his spouse and daughter in a blind and drunken rage, he knew he couldn't go back, so he planned to see things threw, till his son was dead.

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'I went to sleep, didn't I? Then what's with this weight on my chest?' 

Groggily opening his eyes, the young man was assaulted with pain he's never felt before. whether it was his bullies or anything else, he's never been in this much agony before.

"You're finally awake." Stated his father.

Opening his eyes, the young man couldn't believe what he was witnessing, his father smiling crazily and a broken alcohol bottle sticking out of his chest…. But he didn't care.

Among all the expressions his father expected to see, he never thought he'd be met with his son smiling just as deranged as him.

Cough

"So… You… Finally… Broke."

"Finally? No, I've been long broken boy. Ever since the day you took your first breath, and your mother took her last, was when I first broke. You didn't just kill your mother, you killed a part of me as well.

"I'm… Happy you're… suffering this much, it… Brings…. a smile to my face."

Cough

"What! You bastard, die! Die! Die! Die..."

While his father kept chanting die and stabbing the ever living shit out of him, our protagonist had already long lost his ability to feel, smell, hear, and touch. All he could think about in his last moment was relief. Relief that he was finally going to rest for eternity, happiness of being relinquished of all his pain and suffering.

At this moment, when one would feel utter terror of the unknown known as death, he was simply in bliss…

He was truly a broken man.

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Afterword:

Hello everyone, author here, *waves*

Now then, I have a few things to say, before you ask theirs a reason why I never gave the mc a name and never mentioned it. Reason being he never needed one as it's a prologue, and to show how insignificant his life was. 

Next chapter will be the start of the story and I already have a cursed technique in mind for the mc so don't worry about allat, just sit back and relax.