The Dreamer With The Sad Eyes

Chapter 1

Where to start? That's a difficult question for a story that has no clear ending point it's hard to find a beginning. Non the less it leaves us with only one option. Hi. I'm Cameron/Aspen. I'm currently 18 years old and this is my story.

This story starts out on the 21st January 2003. The day I was born. Here we have my family. Consisting at the time of me, my 3 brothers, my Nanna and Grandad and my Mum and Dad. This family is soon to get a whole lot bigger.

The first years of my life are very hazy but I know enough to know I was a really terrible child for my parents. I also know I was very different from all the other kids. I was always wearing boys clothes and playing with boys toys at the time I didn't care I had no interest in make up or barbie dolls it was all about fixing things, Justice League, Teen Titans and Batman. Now I know that it wasn't just a phase but it turned out into real life and something I'd struggle with further on down my story.

I'd spend a lot of time with my third brother Let's call him Ryan. He was a bit of a dick when I was younger and even more so today. The first 7 years of my life were spend all the time with him and my dad he didn't come around often then but as I got older the time he spent with us shortened until it stopped altogether. Out of everyone I was the most heartbroken. My brother meant the world to me and disappearing like that without so much as a phone call broke me. I sat there most days wondering is he ever going to come back like he promised? Is he going to keep in contact like he promised? And the conclusion to those questions is no. I grew to hate him. He abandoned my family. At that moment in time I didn't care about him. I learned to accept the fact he abandoned us and he no longer existed in my world.

I never had many friends during primary school I had one because everyone took it upon themselves to begin bullying me which we will get to later on.

I also never got to experience a childhood like everyone else because of the bullying. I was also made to spend all the time in my room or our family communal room away from everyone downstairs. My parents were scared I was going to get kidnapped and held for ransom for all the money from the job they did which my parents run at the time (that sounds really ominous and like they work for a gang I know but they don't they run a shop) Everyone knew me where I lived and they all looked after me if I was out on my own or something went wrong. My mum was friends with everyone so I learned how to grow up and act like an adult pretty quickly but sometimes around people my age the facade broke and everyone saw me for what I was. Broken and confused over everything because I wasn't a normal child I was just yet to figure out where I fit in with life.

I never got to go out with my friends alone and I barely got to stay the night at my best friends house which was literally only 1 street away from where I lived but non the less I cried every time I had to go home or my best friend went home because I wasn't used to having that much fun with my best friend.

She meant the world to me and still does to this day and she helped me through things without even knowing it. Yeah we argued a lot but who didn't you'll always have an argument with your best friend one day and you just essentially kiss and make up and move on like it never happened because you don't want to loose your best friend.

At that moment we met for the first time in nursery we always knew we had each other's backs and that was going to be our foundation for later on in life when my world really did get turned upside down. The one person who had my back through everything.