Chapter 6 - Why am I alive?
It was night. The hospital was silent except for the screams of a woman in labor.
A child was born.
The boy was large, with heavy strokes and bulky body for a newborn. His cry echoed hard on the corridors. The nurse held the baby wrapped in white cloths.
The mother, with teary eyes and pale face, smiled for the last time for her son.
And then it died.
The father, Dinz Souka, and the eldest son, Billy, cried in tears.
In the middle of the room, wrapped in cloths and the blood of his own mother ... Brenner Souka was born.
Five years later
Brenner, now 5, was at school. It was shy, quiet, always head down. While drinking water in the drinking fountain alone, a group of students approached.
Ahead, the bully: James.
With an arrogant smile, James took the glass of water from Brenner's hands and threw it on his face.
- Look at this freak! Shouted James. "Looks like someone went wrong with the belly!" Hahahaha!
Brenner remained quiet. The drops dripped down his face.
- You are a mistake of nature, Brenner! Shouted James, drawing the attention of more students.
"You should be in a hospice being treated like an animal ... being tortured!"
The group around it began to laugh.
All pointing. Everyone mocking.
Brenner began to cry. Silently. Unable to defend itself.
- Look that! James shouted. - In addition to aberration, it's a bumboy Bundan!
James punched Brenner's face, throwing him to the floor.
- Let's go guys, let's end this freak!
The others came together. A brutal beating session began. Kicks, punches, slaps, laughs. No adults around. No friend.
Later that day ...
Brenner walked down the sidewalk with bruises on his face, cracked lips and blood on his shirt. His body looked heavy, dragged by pain and humiliation.
It came home.
Opened the door.
On the couch, his father Dinz drank another bottle of beer. The television was high. Seeing his son come in, he just looked from the corner and said coldly:
- You know ... It's satisfactory to see you being beaten.
Brenner was still.
- You killed your mother at birth.
- You deserve to suffer. And die. Slowly.
Brenner trembled. The words cut more than any punch.
"Your brother hates you too, you know?"
- Billy has a girlfriend. You will never have anything. Because you are an aberration. A trash.
Silence.
Brenner climbed.
Each step seemed heavier than the other.
He entered his room.
Closed the door.
He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
And cried.
Hot tears ran down his purple skin.
He didn't shout. I didn't call it for help.
It just murmured softly as it trembled.
- ... Why am I alive?
- ... Why am I alive?
- ... Why am I alive?
Repeated. And repeated. Until the tears dry.
And in
Silence of that room, something inside Brenner began to crack.
[End of Chapter 6]
Chapter 7 - The color of rejection
The hospital corridors were in chaos. Alarms sounding, doctors running, nurses exchanging quick instructions in low voices.
One of the doctors appeared panting at the reception of the neonatal wing and approached a man in a suit, sitting nervously with his handy hands. Bewer, the father.
- Mr. Bewer! shouted the doctor. - It's about your baby ... You need to come now.
The man rose in panic.
- What happened to him?! And with Amanda?!
Without answering, the doctor guided him to the room. When the door opened, Bewer saw Amanda, his wife, still pale in the bed, his eyes wide. She looked at her husband, scared ... No words.
And then he heard.
A baby crying.
He approached, still with tense steps, and went to the crib.
And then saw.
The baby's skin ... purple. An unusual, deep, unnatural tone.
The father swallowed dry.
There he was he.
The baby with purple skin, the eyes shining in violet tones.
His name was Gabino.
Years later - School
Gabino, now a child, walked through the school corridors like a shadow. It was avoided, ignored, mocked. Her purple skin was a source of chacota, a curse seal in an intolerant society.
That day, hell gained a new name: the fans leaders.
Three girls surrounded Gabino behind the gym. They laughed at him, pushed him to the floor.
- Look that, girls! - Said one of them. - Who will want to date such an aberration?
Another kicked his stomach.
- You should live locked. Or in a cage.
Laughter. More kicks.
- You don't even look human. It looks like a living curse.
Gabino does not react. He just cried silently, his eyes fixed on the floor, accepting each blow.
Until the last kick came in the head. And the darkness.
Hospital
Gabino woke up.
The hospital's white lights blinded him for a moment. He tried to sit down, but the body hurt.
No one was there.
No visit. No father. No flower. No hug.
Only the continuous sound of the heart monitor.
He cried. He cried like a child who didn't understand the world.
But he already understood.
He knew he was hated, rejected, abandoned even by his own parents. He felt like a failure in creation. An aberration. An unwanted presence in the world.
Your mind began to darken ...
Suicide thoughts whispered like ghosts.
"You shouldn't have been born."
"You are not normal."
"You will never be loved."
He closed his eyes. It was ready to give up.
But then ...
An expensive black car stopped in front of the hospital.
Gabino saw from the window.
The doors opened and from there were men dressed with dark suits, scars on their face, expensive watches, haonds of danger and power. It was the gang family, one of the most feared mafias in the city.
They walked with respect and admiration. People on the street walked away. Looks bended down.
Gabino was hypnotized.
The pain inside him silenced for a moment.
There, in the underworld, these people were feared. Respected. Untouchable.
And Gabino wanted it.
Even if it was necessary to embrace the darkness, it was all that they said he was - an aberration, a monster.
He decided:
> "If the world treats me like an error ... then I'll be the mistake they fear."
> "If women laugh at me ... I'll make them the symbol of my revenge."
> "I was not born to be loved. I was born to be feared."
Gabino smiled for the first time.
It was not a happy smile.
It was a cold smile. Determined.
And the boy who thought of dying ... was born again.
[End of Chapter 7]