"Nooo, don't goo... " Arthur screamed as he woke up, he breathed heavily, he saw a
nightmare
It was about his dad leaving thier burned house, leaving his mom and him, the fire caught his mom first, she Screamed for help but Arthur couldn't help her, His legs couldn't move. He was too scared. It was like they weren't even there.
"f*ck, always this goddamn nightmare"
He stayed in his room for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what was new about the nightmare , but it was like the nightmares he had before, nothing special, he thought if he tried to help his mother, he could at least save her.
He got out of bed. And got ready, and went to his job
'***'
Arthur was a good kid, He made sure to follow his father's path, 'I will be just like my daddy' he thought
He always wanted to be a policeman and help the people like a hero, just like his dad
He was also his moms favorite, he used to help her and giggle together, they are a happy family, at least they were...
Arthur attends high school, he was quiet, and a smart kid
While he was drowned in his thoughts, his classmates were whispering with thier friends
'I heard his mother is a slut, she works in a restaurant at day, and in a hoehouse at night'
The other clasmmates respond 'his dad died a couple of days ago, I heard he commit suicide after they imprisoned him for committing murder'
After the rumors speard, Arthur got bullied, not because of what he did, but what his parents did, not because he was weak or a loser, but because of his parents, his heros...
'why me? why am I the one whos nose bleeding? I had enough already, i just... I just want to help my... my mom out, my last family member'
After school ended, Arthur went straight to his house, to his soft place he likes, the rooftop, he spend all the time there, no friends, just alone on hell..
He took a book out of his backpack 'evolution of the broken' was the name of the book, he did bought this book before his dad died, he was the one who brought it
'interesting, that would be a fun book to read' he stayed reading that book for couple hours, wishing some day it would be him who would be the Mc, a system helping him.
*CREEEAAK*
Arthur heard the house door opens and went to check, 'you still didn't fix this goddamn door,I see' , an old man starts screaming on the middle of night
'ENOUGH' the old man screamed, his voice is directed to Arthur mother 'you are late, 2 months and still didn't pay the rent, you better pack your staff and leave this morning'
The mother begged the owner but the old man didn't care and said with a cold face 'you are lucky I didn't kick you on this middle night'
Arthur knew they were done for, his mother who got two jobs just so they can live on this shitty house isn't enough, living in a popular city like new York is not easy after all
After the old man left, Arthur hurried up to his mother, she was on her knees, with an empty eyes and a slight smile on her face, the silence was loud, she lost all the hopes she had, no she lost the need for it
Arthur stood there, trying to confess his mother that they can find a solution together 'mom,look at me'
The mother was drown in her thought, or maybe on her emptiness, she still didn't believe what she is living, she was in a hell
'MOM, I will find a job, I will confess the owner tomorrow morning and we gonna sell some of our stuff that it can help us gain some money' he tried to confess his mother one more time, and finally she looked to her son face
She wept into his chest like the world just ended then her fist his back and then she clung him 'I am sorry' she kept apologizing over and over again her tears soaking into him
Arthur felt the pain of his mother, her inability to bear all these difficulties made him feel helpless, he always wanted to help his mother, but in the end of the day, the world isn't easy, matter of fact it hell
His hands leads to his mother soft hair, his eyes started to tear, his hands started to shake, it like his whole body is screaming
'It will get better mom.., i promise' he held back his tears, not wanting his mom to notice that he was weak
After the mother stopped Repeating the same sentence, she stood up and went to her room, searching about anything she may sell tommorow, She found a picture of the family—a photo of her handsome husband…, holding thier new born baby Arthur, and she was on that picture judging the way he holds the baby as if he holds a ball 'I miss you honey... I wish you are in a better place Kevin' and then she collected that Pic on her pocket while she kept searching
After almost an hour Arthur and his mom collected what they going to sell, it was a TV, and a washing machine, and all of the clothes they don't wear, at least they kept a couple of outfits to switch between , Arthur wasn't too sure about how to sell that washing machin, but he got no choice anyway
He told his mother to get some rest, and he went the roof, he was thinking about how he is going to confess the owner, but he knew it will be much esier tommorow because when he came while ago, he noticed he was drunk, so maybe he will became more sane
The sun has risen, and Arthur still on the roof, thinking about his life, how it came to this, he didn't eat for a whole day, but he didn't care that much about it, he knew that it the least problem he could think of.
He opened the book he was reading again, and start reading it knowing that the owner will probably take more time to arrive 'life points transfer to money huh?, that ridiculous, there is no system that can be this good'
After couple of hours the owner finally arrived
*knock* *knock* *knock*
Arthur went to open the door and it was the owner
The owner looked at Arthur with calm face and he wasn't mad like he was before 'where is your mother'
'she is tired, sleeping in her room' Arthur was scared and nervous, he didn't want to ruin this last chance, his hands start shaking and looked down 'can you please give use one more week..., we are going to sell our stuff, and I found a job that pays quite enough...'
Arthur was pale and weak, there was a black halo under his eyes, but his eyes, They were the eyes of a determined person
The owner saw that this little kid might sacrifice everything just for this shitty house and his beloved mother 'alright, one week, one final week' the owner left.
Arthur went to livingroom, all the stuff they decided to sell are there
His mother just woke up, she looked at Arthur proudly, she smiled yet her eyes looked tired, she knew he did confess the owner, Arthur smiled back
Arthur took pictures of the stuff and posted it on the internet hoping someone would buy it
After Arthur posted them, he went to City Center and started looking for a job, he searched on 16 different shops and restaurants
He catched a building that is under construction, it was a huge building, alot of workers over there laughing and screaming at each other, but one thing Arthur noticed, this might be his last chance for today
He went to the construction and asked if they need a worker, a construction laborer
The workers laughed at first, a weak and skinny guy who supposed to be in the school right now wants to do the heavy lifting?
The boss interapted and asked Arthur 'you sure you can survive here kid?'
most of the time the boss kicks guys like Arthur, because simply they give up on the first day, but there's somthing he noticed about Arthur, his eyes were empty, it like they eyes of someone who lost everything, and he wasn't even bothered when the other workers laughed at him
'yes I do think so, I will try my best to not hold you back' Arthur respond, while he looked behind the boss, there were a lot of workers that got a great physique, and huge muscles, lifting heavy
'then come back tomorrow' the boss said, and he put his hand in his pocket and gave Arthur 20 bucks 'and go buy something to eat'
Arthur understood that the boss didn't kick him because he felt pity for him, but he didn't care that much, matter of fact he was happy, at least he found somthing that he could help him earn money
'thank you, see you tomorrow' Arthur turned his back and lead to his house
'that was the last night Arthur felt like a child, tommorow he would carry the weight of a man'
'***'