Childhood Agony

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 12th 2015


London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down,

Falling down.

London Bridge is falling down,

My fair lady.

Sounds of delighted laughter ring out as the ‘fair lady’ is captured between the joint hands of her mother and elder sister. Squealing in enjoyment, the little girl manages to wiggle free and rushes over to where her father sits watching them in amusement beneath a beautiful gazebo. They were the picture of happiness.

Standing by the fence, a young boy looks on with envy burning in his heart. Why couldn’t he have been born into such a loving family? No, his family was a loving one, just not towards him. He was the unwanted one; the outcast, just because he looked different from their definition of natural.

“Papa look it’s that boy!”

That innocent voice snaps him to awareness. He looks up to find the little girl by the fence, looking at him with wide innocent eyes. Upon closer inspection, she seems to be around his age.

“Cecily!” A man’s voice calls and the boy looks pass the girl, Cecily, to see her father striding over. “Cecily come here!”

“Papa?” She tilts her head in childlike confusion before rushing over.

“Cecily I told you to never speak with that.” Her father says, leading her away and casted a disdainful glance at the little boy.

“Tch!” The boy grits his teeth, walking away.

He wasn’t just an outcast in his family but in the entire village as well. And in his little brain, he believes that this world didn’t want him either. Even his twin brother – who leads a life that was much different from his – treated him the same. Where he was the target of endless bullying, his twin was a star and loved by everyone. The little boy wished he had been born into a different world with different kinds of people but he understood that you cannot choose where you are born.  And so at the young age of six, the little boy resolved to destroy the world in which he had no part and create one in which he did belong. A world where he was not referred to as ‘that’ or ‘it’ or ‘demon’ or any of those terrible things the adults, and by extension the children, called him.

Thank you for reading. I went quite a bit over the word limit but well, that couldn’t be helped. When I saw the prompt I laughed thinking of the piece I am working on. So I took the beginning and edited it as much as possible to fit the word limit (and failed, but oh well). Well, I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

— N


11 thoughts on “Childhood Agony

  1. Very intriguing indeed. While reading, Tom Riddle or Damien Thorn came to mind.
    On the other hand, it is a sad factor of human nature to be fearful and seek to destroy anything which is perceived to be different or a deviation from the norm.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s