Chapter 11: mories
POV: Azrail (Backstory)
I had always wondered what decisions I've made in my past led to where I am now. It truly is mind blowing when you think about it, a single turn on a wrong street and suddenly your life can be flipped upside down.
I have lived quite an awful life in my opinion. Life had always been hard on , but so parts were way worse than the others.
I was born in Volestia, which is one of the five nations given the title of Human Superpower. These five nations are the powerhouses in the human domain, not a single country within the human domain can co close to their overall might.
Although I was born into such a nation that could be said to be the best, hard tis still fell upon .
I was born on November 15th in the year 1988. Fall was coming to an end and winter would be coming in, I always believed this was the reason why I loved the cold so much compared to the heat.
My family only consisted of my mother and I, though even calling us a family would be a joke. The only thing that made us family was simply our blood, nothing more.
Isabella Diggory was the na my mother had, a woman who had grey hair naturally alongside her pure crystal clear blue eyes. She had sharp facial features that gave her a dignified face along with her athletic body standing about 5 feet and 6 inches tall.
Truly in terms of looks she was top class. I received her sharp facial features giving a scary looking face even when I was a kid and I believe my short height cos from her as well.
My father was not nowhere to be found when I was growing up with her, so my mother was the only one to take care of .
I did not rember the first three years of my life, my mories started to co in when I turned four years old. This was also the age I started to beco self-aware and beca more mature than most kids my age.
I rember this stage of my life quite vividly, because when I turned four the relationship with my mother beca a toxic one.
Children usually start schooling around the age of five, so my mother decided to personally teach before school started.
She was very strict when it ca to her study sessions, she would also cram information into my head about multiple fields every single day. I did not mind this though because I loved to learn and observe things, so her teaching style was welcod.
When it ca to taking tests on what she taught though is when problems started to arise.
Although I learned at a fast pace and could understand them that did not an I was a genius in all fields. My worst being the human language, for so odd reason I was bad at comprehending it, this led to my communication skills being quite bad.
My mother on the other hand did not like it when she had to take extra ti on any subject, she was a busy woman, so this caused frustration to settle in.
Argunts would break out constantly, I would sit in the study room with her simply yelling at for hours. I would just listen to it for the most part letting my anger build up then simply explode not being able to take it anymore.
This caused her to simply buy many books and left to study alone in the room all day. The room itself was big though with the left side being like a small library and the right side being a gym with weight equipnt.
I would decide to sleep in this room and engross myself with training and learning. Learning mana and Ki at a young age was also normal, most kids would simply build their own foundation while they are young.
Although I would be bettering myself with these things, my ntal state was getting worse and worse. My mother and I almost never talked, only when dinner was ready would she call down to get my food then send back upstairs.
It was like every ti she looked at it would piss her off, at the ti I didn't know why so I just hated her more, but now is different. It was probably because I looked and acted similar to my father.
Although I've never ant the man, I have t people with the sa situation as and them telling that was the case.
When founding this out I understood why my mother acted the way she did, although that doesn't make up for her being a bad parent. It did however give hope for us getting closer in the future, if I ever made it back to see her again alive.
With her being this way and never being ho, I basically grew up alone with only my thoughts to keep company. I always think to myself so that it feels like I'm talking to soone. Afterall no one understands better than my own self.
When it was ti for to finally attend school though I was terrified. I liked my room where I can keep to myself, but dealing with other people was not sothing I was comfortable with.
On the first stay I was waiting outside of my house with a backpack on waiting for the school bus. I was scared and nervous while waiting for the bus, when it finally arrived it took a second to actually get on.
When I walked up the stairs and looked to see where I should sit my heart dropped. Every seat had been taken by soone with the others already having two in them.
Panick washed over , I wanted to sit alone so I didn't have to talk to anyone, but luckily, I thought of a situation where this happened. Since I'm a overthinker this happens quite often, which has helped many tis.
I looked to the closer seats by the front of the bus and scanned all the kids faces, there I saw a boy staring at the window and decided he was the one I'm going to sit with.
I rember that I was screaming in my head that I did it, the boy never said a word and during that ti I was very happy for picking the correct seat.
I had started to wake up from my slumber, but I was glad to rember a happy mory.....
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