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Maxwell was your average jaded 10 year old, he indeed was to young to be that way but we all have our issues.
He moved to the United States at the fair old age of 5, he remebers India pretty clearly at the moment. He remembers going on walks with his mother who was still healthy at the
time.
He remembers selling Kulfi on hot days with his older sister, all these memories are fuzzy
but still clear as day! His family members names though are a different story…
Max remembers his mothers bright tan skin, smooth with few scars, his mothers eyes were a dark brown while she had straight black hair
Max remembers his fathers bright green eyes, birth marks everywhere on his skin though it was much darker then his own, his father had dark brown curly hair, which matched Max own hair texture.
Max’s elder sister was exactly like him, except she was 7 years older and she was a girl.
As well as all these good memories back in his home country came the bad ones like the first time his father came back home drunk after the bar.
He remebers bottles clattering and loud screaming, blood stained towels littering the sink, the smell of burning and boiling water.
From there all the problems began, nights felt like eternity when the smell of alcohol entered the house. Max was a curious and confused 5 year old at the time, so excuse him for wandering into an alley way occupied by a infamous gang one night.
Luckily his sister found him and placed herself inbetween the gang and her little brother, the next moments could only be described as a nightmare. Blood, screaming, crying and silence…
His sister was hugging him and there were no more gang memebers, his sisters shirt felt wet against his slin and she didnt move after a few minutes.
That night Max’s sister died protecting him that night
After that they immediately moved to America, the land of the free they said but it only got oh so much worst from there.
Max’s mother was bed ridden the moment the boy was enrolled into public school, the poor kid had no time for homework because he just needed to take care of his sick mother, whenever he tried explaining this to the teachers they would call him slurs and fail him in their class.
The boy knew he had to keep his grades up or else he was doomed, one teacher made him a deal…after class he would meet up with the teacher and ‘help’ his teacher with something then he would be pass!
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Begging for him to stop, Max scratched and bit everywhere to get Mr Campbell off him, pleas fell from the fragile boy to let him go and that he wouldn’t tell anyone, the kid was only 7.
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Max screamed and yelled, he wanted to murder that teacher, that stupid idiotic teacher, no one believed him when he said he was sexually assaulted, Mr Campbell was the best English teacher around!
If only they knew, if only they knew that it even happened, if only the knew that this wasnt the first time it happened.
At the age of 7 Max was the oldest he had ever been, but he never felt so young
Cigarettes, a small stick that could ruin your life, its not like Max’s life wasnt already ruined…He knew he was fucked for life and even if he tried to save himself now he would only fall further, Max was now a 9 year kid that smoked cigarettes, he went through 5 packets everyday which isnt much to be honest.
Max usually smokes by a lake his mother had shown him, she was in the hospital and was said to get better soon. Max was thrilled to have his mother back in his life! His father was barely home mostly at the bar moping about his wife.
Max couldnt have given less then a shit about it though when he went to visit his mother, she was worried that Max wasnt making any friends.
So when a poster for an old summer camp flew by, he decided to make his mother proud! Max was getting in the camp and it would be the best idea of his entire life!
This was the worst idea of his entire life, upon arrival Max was greeted with an overly excited camp counselor by the name of David with a tierd shoulders slumped red head that went by Gwen, it was better then home atleast.
Meeting Neil and Nikki was one of the best things that happened to Max, they had adventures everyday and it seemed like maybe, just maybe there was hope for Max’s future! Until one phone call…
Max was eating QuarterMasters mashed potatoes when Gwen came in was a guilty expression, she called Max to counselors office and said there was a phone call waiting for him.
Thats when it happened, thats when Max’s world came crashing down, Maxes mother hadnt died because of her illness…she died because she was in a car accident….Maxes mother was coming to parents day but she got in a car accident that ended in a fatal accident .
Max….Max ran to his tent and let out a scream, a scream losing his dignity, a scream to avenge his mother, a scream to curse the driver but most of all…a scream to figure out who killed his only remaining family member, his father didnt count.
Maxwell was your average jaded 10 year old, he indeed was to young to be that way but we all have our issues. But in no way was he prepared to face his abuser….
Here Mr Campbell was standing in front of Max, blood dripping down his hands, he looks like he just mu-….Mr Campbell looks like he just murdered somebody.
How did we get in this situation you asked? Well after Max left his tent he took a walk in the woods to clear his mind! In no way would he allow anyone to see him in the mental state he was in.
Little did he know there stood his abuser seeming like he was on the run, here stood the man that ruined him and took away his innocence…
The moment Campbell saw Max he confessed to…everything.
Mr Campbell told Max that he was the owner of a gang in India and he ordered his sister to be killed, Mr Campbell confessed to finding pleasure in raping Max, Mr Campbell confessed to klling…Killing Max’s mother…
Why? You may ask? Why did Mr Campbell confess to such crimes? Well its simple really Mr Campbell was so utterly drunk!
At the age of 10 Maxwell was the oldest he had ever been, but he had never felt so young.
Max knew very well Campbell was the owner of the camp and that he would have to face him- And he did! He faced his abuser the first day at camp but Max was trying to force himeself to forget, force himself to forget the day his life was ruined.
Which is where we are right now…
Finally dear reader! We have nearly reached the end of this fine tale of a young boy with his life turned around!
Max was perched up againt the bathroom counter, parents day was still going on outside, Maxwell had an empty bottle of pills that he had downed moments before! He decided to go sit in the showers during his final moment, parents day was still happening outside! Everyone was laughing spending time with there parents!
Except Max who had no parents, Max who had life ruined by 1 man…
But that changed when he heard a laugh from the outside, it was his mothers!
Hadnt his mother died though? Wasnt she killed!?
But no, her voice was oh so clear, had she not died!?
“Maxwell! They mistaked me for the wrong person dear! You can come out now!”
No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
Max’s mother was alive while he was laying in a cramped shower dying, this couldnt be happening,
Thats when he saw a face, a very familiar face of a 12 year old girl, that looked almost identical to Max! She offered her hand to him and suddenly, nothing mattered anymore!
With his final breath he took his sisters hand and let out a pitiful laugh.
At the age of 10 Max was the oldest he had ever been, and the oldest he will ever live to be.
Dear reader Max’s memories that you were reading earlier….
Was his life flashing before his eyes
You were reading while he was dying
The End