Alone once more
Starting all over...
// Background //
Alexander grew up in constant feelings of doubt, fear, and inferiority. He never knew his mother, and his father abused him terribly. At first it was just verbal abuse, telling him he was good for nothing, better off dead, more trouble than he was worth. Then it turned to beating, starving, and locking him in the closet for days.
At the age of nine he was forced to beg and scrounge for money, which he was to bring home each night to his father, who spent most of it on alcohol. If he failed to bring home a satisfactory amount he was severely punished. Once his father hung him by his wrists and left him for nearly a week, by the end of which he had lost the use of his left hand. He was left-handed.
The only thing that kept him going through life was his friendship with Lynnea. They met in the second grade, and she found out about his father. He never knew why he trusted her, but he did. As they grew older and went into junior high, they fell in love. It was their love that doomed him.
When he was thirteen he failed to gain enough money for the last time, having spent his earnings to buy a special gift for Lynnea. His father, raging and drunk, threw a chair at him which knocked him unconscious. He never woke up.
// Living in a Dream Nightmare... //
Some say that every Dreamer's markings, colors, and patterns tell the story of his past. When Alexander was reborn a Sim'arei, he was a dark, mournful grey. Yet wherever he had felt the most pain a bright rainbow shone against the blackness
...his left hand, all the way up to his wrist, where cruel cords had bit into his skin without relief
...his head where the chair had struck, even through his hair where the blood had matted thick and dark
...his eyes, which had shed so many broken tears of despair
...and the spot over his heart, which broke when he was separated from Lynnea forever.
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