Wired / Sam

Author: susie

Now, now, it’s time to read this before-sleep story, my dear.

A kept child but neglected POV.

Disclaimer: this is a children’s story, don’t read it unless ur a child.

And if you are really a child and would want to continue reading this, I, Susie, am telling u, u should read it out loud to improve ur pronunciation.

You’re opening ur eyes today and u wanted to drink ur milk and ur fucking milk, ur mom is screaming:

The mother: “WAKE UP U BITCH! FUCKING WAKE UP! WHY DO U ALWAYS WAKE UP LATE? If only ur dad would’ve not cracked me, I wouldn’t have had to have u.” (Why would she even say this first thing in the morning, dear god.)

But mother, a child can only say to themselves: “i’m here, that won’t change, and as ur child, u should SHUT UP? FUCKING SHUT UP! ur ruining my morning, mother. please, please… i’m awake.”

The child then calls twice, cause i think his mother likes duplicate shits: “mom, mom?”

The mother: “WHAAAT?”

The child: “Where are my cookies?”

The mother: “ur brother took them, solve it with him.”

Apparently i’m having no cookies today. My older brother is the privileged, he is simply older. (=

The child, some time later, after eating and cleaning his dishes alongside making his snacks (secretly, because his parents can’t afford paying for any and the school lunch was shitty and it’s where he gets easily bullied, so he avoids it) and helping with his little sister’s diapers because she was not only his mother’s daughter but his SISTER as well: “mom, where is my uniform?”

The mother: “idk, Sam. fucking bullshit, they can do nothing by themselves, these kids. when i was ur age, i used to_________” *[gibberish]* i mean, who cares what she says.

Sam, the child, decided to go mute, closing his ears with his tiny hands. He then goes to the bathroom, where he finds his uniform in the never-ending pile of dirty clothes.

“will do them later,” he mumbles.

I think this was not the first disappointment nor the last Sam has told Susie about.

Sam and Susie are family.

Sam has told her previously how he would clean everything and still his mother would not see it, only the flaws. She would not hug him, only if his father goes back home. She beats him if he got bullied and starts talking about when she was a kid, she would get bullied, and she would start even crying and saying shit like he is a coward and he should stand up for himself, and that she is not always there for him.

she has a lot of responsibilities ofc, ofc. it’s not like Sam cleaned the whole house, right? that must be a lie.

Sam would always tell me how irrational his mother was, and how she expects him to hug her whenever she talked about the past.

Sam is kind enough, but Sam is a bit fed up.

Sam starts studying alone, discovering life alone, discovering kinky stuff alone, blaming himself a bit alone, failing alone, getting beaten by his classmates and teachers alone.

His parents always saw him as the perfect child, but Sam told me at some age, “why am i even alive? why should i not think of suicide?”

Though he is smart, he simply says, “That is stupid as an idea. I’ll just focus on my life and my shit, and when i grow up, I’ll find a way out, you know.”

~meanwhile Sam was getting more and more frustrated.

Sam always sits at night alone on rooftops and watches porn or gore.

Sam also sits alone on the rooftop to drink the adults’ coffee.

Sam also quietly exists, but not too quietly, as Sam is inclined to make problems and maturely enough plan some satisfying revenge plans as some side quests for fun.

i think Sam was giving humans a chance, but thanks to neglect, Sam observes, asks questions, never finds a listener.

Sam gives up a bit at first, but Sam then knows well he was just being stupid, and here Sam discovers he can find his way out.

It might not be too ethical, as he would destroy relationships between teachers after creating drama using his innocence and title as a victim.

He always steals stuff from other kids, and taught them how to steal, creates a mess, then pulls up and enjoys the view.

Sam, tho, doesn’t always win, but a good chunk of his revenges won.

Sam did feel a bit bad afterwards, but for some 5 min, i think.

Maybe Sam mentioned it so i won’t lecture him the way his mother does.

Enough of Sam now.

See you in another one reader, Sam, just like u wanted.

(Sam was between 6 and 11 at the time.)