Steven is a Sickly boy, raised mostly by his father, then his mother, and most of the time, at the current mercy of his frustrations, He is living in his room, whereas the rest of the castle, is like his own planet. Is he ever going to leave the cas...
All images in this story that are not pictures of the man with red hair are pictures from Google, NONE OF THEM ARE MINE, I SWEAR, I CAN'T DRAW WITH MY LIFE!!!!! I do not own the Music.
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Steven's Mother, Ruby Taylor's Point Of View (P.O.V.)
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Here, in our world. We all have cons and pros. Mine when I was a baby and still is, was frugal.
That was a pro.
And then...
It was my Con.
I... Was weak...
And I don't mean emotionally, I mean PHYSICALLY. I always got hurt more easily, and it was scary for me.
My Father and Mother knew. That made me want to cry.
To make me "Strong",
Physically. They beat me.
But, it never worked.
All I did, was get broken. I was made to be... Weaker.
I had gotten multiple Broken Bones, because of this,
Only my mother liked me.
She told me that weak people weren't that bad.
And I wanted to cry...
Why was I born like this??
Why was I born like that, weak?
Why was I bornweak??
I want to know..
"GOD, why did you make me like this???"
I'd ask.
But I'd get no answer.
Nothing.
My Father would beat me when I couldn't do the simplest things, which was picking things up, that for a normal person, would be easy.
He made sure I broke my bones...
It was painful...
It would always hurt me, emotionally, and physically.
He was... A terrible man.
I hate 'Im.
My mother would never leave.
But, I still love her.
She would always comfort me if I was ever hurt.
Which were most of the time?
I grew up believing that people that were weak were nothings.
Worthless.
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