It wasn’t a simple task, yet he decided to do it. Rather than wanting it, he felt like it was a necessity. The first time in his life that he ever felt such feeling he never knew could exist. He couldn’t comprehend the intuitive feeling he got, that he wouldn’t able to live without it. It was weird but very real to him. He felt alienated from his own feeling, almost like a betrayal.
He wasn’t a normal child to begin with. People secluded him wherever he went. He began to excluded himself from his surroundings and became alone for as long as he could remember. Now it became a habit that he hates. He wasn’t quite sure what he hated the most; his habit or his existence.
He has a family, of course. A loving parents and two younger brothers. But that family isn’t the thing he called home. He is lonely inside the house for most of the time.
His parents taught him well about life and everything else. About religion too. By the time he got introduced to the Holy Bible, it confused him about his very own existence.
Cunningly.Lost 