This is a tale of a boy that wasn\'t like other boys,
He was so kind, so gently against all, and his smile was great

and the eys was so nice,
He never really understood that he was different, but how can a boy not more then 7 years old know that Weirdo, Frankenstein and miffo was ugly words?

But one day he was only seven, the other one was 12 he pushed the boy against the wall screaming and spiting on his face.
The boy was chocked he didn\'t cry he didn\'t tell anyone.

But from that day he know that he was different.
He soon stopped thinking about the other boy and was back playing in the sand.

One night I don\'t remember his age he had an sort of an attack, he couldnt breath and had to go to hospital when he woke up he told his mother \" mom i can\'t die\"

\"of course you can\'t\" she said.

maybe it should had ended that night, falling asleep and never wake up.
But it didn\'t instead he grew up with an knowledge about life that many people never would have had in that age.

He soon started school the girl refused to kiss him cause he was strange, the boys pushed him against walls and forced him to eat mud but he glow in his eye didn\'t faint even the smallest.

Nobody would had thought that a kid just around 12 cried himself to sleep at night, how could they know? he didn\'t tell anyone not even his parents was told. The boy grew upp and he surgerys was done one after another but he never complained.

But there was something in his eyes you could see it if you looked close the glow that always been so strong, was now alittle weaker, and the look from his eyes were tired, like he was tired of everything that he didn\'t wish to go on.Thing that you shouldn\'t see on anyone, at least on a child that couldn\'t been more then 14 years old.

But there was one thing that keept the fire burning in his eyes, and that was his greatest dream, his only dream,

that he would one day been stopped pushed against wall beaten by some, ignored by the rest. His dream was as simple as it was impossible, to be normal...

He started training so he could defend himself and so he did, he fighted back every time if he fell to the ground seven times, he always got up eight times. He was the last man standing. Words couldn\'t break his wall, not even the beating could no longer hurt him.

people thought he was strong, but poor people that they didn\'t know how weak he was, how empty he had becomed after all those years of pain there were just a dark whole in his heart and the scars could never heal.

he had seen hate from peoples eyes pointed against him and he barely knew their names. His been laying on the ground waiting for the punches to end just so he could go home. His been crying so mutch that his tears gone dry, been freezing to death from the coldness from their looks everytime he walked through. He cut alittle scar on his vrist just to see if he could still sense anything.

Been laying on the hospital bed with his hand squezzing his parents crying and praying that when he opens his eyes it will all be over.

In his life he had been throught more then most people have been through in a lifetime.

that you could never guess that he was only 15 years old...