Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover (Joshler)

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*just a fair warning before you read this story. It's nothing like prison. I've recently been watching crime watch daily and this is nothing like how it is in real life so please don't get triggered.*

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Tyler's P.O.V

When I was born. I knew something was wrong with me. I had a feeling. I was weird, quiet, the loner. I never talked. Some people thought I was mute until I proved them wrong. I knew I would never have friends. I knew I would never fine love. Not that I wanted to anyway.

My first memory. Hmm. I was in daycare. I was sitting by myself, freaking out by all the noise the children around me were causing. Why were they so loud? I was just looking at my desk. Doing nothing. I mean what could I do? I was about 4. I couldn't read, I couldn't write. There was nothing I could do. So I stared at my desk. My red desk.

I faintly remember listening to a female voice that no one else seemed to hear. She comforted me and made me feel good. I called her Hope 'cause she gave me hope. She liked the name.

I don't remember graduating from daycare. I remember my first day of Primary school. I was crying. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to met new people. My mother and Hope were trying to comfort me as we walked up the stairs to what is currently the library, but back then it was where I had nursery. My mother told me to turn around, so I did. I turned to see a boy, who a few years later I figured out is friends with my two cousins who were going to this school, that's crying just like me. I don't remember anything after that.

The next few days of nursery consisted of me not standing or saying a word when my name was called. Children tried to talk to me, but I always gave them short answers or didn't speak at all. I would often talk to Hope out loud when I was alone. She kept me company.

A few weeks later I finally gathered the courage to stand, but I never said anything. Hope always said that if I follow instructions, I'll get through fine. A few weeks after that, I was able to say here, but I had to keep repeating since they couldn't hear me. Eventually I was able to say it loud enough so I didn't have to repeat anything. They clapped for me. They all clapped for me...and I felt good.

Skip to class three when I mistakenly talked to Hope out loud in the middle of class without realizing. That's when the bullying started. I had only realized when the person next to me asked me who I was talking to. I shook my head at them, but they didn't drop it. It had spread around the school that I talked to myself within a few hours. Within a few days, my whole town knew.

No one from my school hung around me, they rejected me, casted me out. Even my cousins. They started to verbally abuse me, call me names and such. It stung, but I learned to cope with it and Hope helped me through it. Not even a year later, the verbal abuse turned to physical. Multiple times I would come to class with bruises on my face and other parts of my body. No one did anything about it. No one. There wAs SoMeoNe...

GLITCH

In class four, I finally got a friend. It was a boy, his name is Raine. He has a mental issue making him slow so he stopped down. You don't usually stop down in Primary School, but they decided to give him a chance. He was my only friend. He was also bullied for his mental disability and it makes me angry, thinking about that generation of children casting out people just because they were different.

Raine and I were misfits I guess. Raine didn't care that I talked to myself sometimes and I didn't care that he was slow. Raine was very inappropriate and often made sexual jokes that made me laugh. Another reason why we were friends. He knew how to make me laugh.