Prologue
(Third person POV)
'And here we go again' thought victor as he looked at the moon peering through the window. He was tired of living, going through the motions day and night only to wake up, go to work, get back and sleep. Rinse and repeat again and again, he was just like any other bloke who was always worries about tomorrow.
Even if he knows that similar shit is about to happen, having familial problems he lives with his aunt even at the age of twenty four. Other people who don't know him always mocked him as well, no matter how much he helps out no one ever appreciates him. So he swallowed all his pain and smiled regardless of what situation he finds himself
There are some days where he contemplated suicide to end it, but he powered on with the hopes that the next day would be different..... better and so he used vise's to escape reality weather by music, comics, mahnwa, mangas, the cultured movies, even smoking and drinking anything that could be used to escape his cursed fate. And so here he was sitting by the window in the dead of the night, with a cancer stick in his fingers as he smokes. His gaze on the moon seemingly pleading for an answer, he then takes his eyes off of it and tossed the remainder of the stick away as he walked back in.
Sitting by his bed he pulled out his phone putting his headphones on his ear he set a music that always help lull him to sleep.
(All For Us - Zendaya ft. Labyrinth)
🎶Oh
I'm taking it all for us
I'm taking it all
I'm taking it all for us
Oh
I'm doing it all for love
I'm doing it all
I'm doing it all for love
Taking it all for us, all
Doing it all for love
Aye-aye, aye-aye 🎶
Closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow, his mind flashing through everything he went through as the music was taking him away.
🎶 No food in the kitchen (famine, famine)
Money MIA (pockets hell-a empty)
Momma making ends meet (making ends meet)
Working like a slave (Mississippi, aye-aye)
Daddy ain't at home, no (father, father)
Better be a man (Michael Corleone)
Do it for my homegrown's (sisters, brothers)
Do it for the clan (yeah, so tell 'em Labby) 🎶
Nodding with the beat as he sang along silently.
🎶Aye
Just for your love, yeah
Give you the world
Mona Lisa's smile
Aye
Hell I'll do 25 to life
If it makes me a king
A star in your eyes
Guilty or innocent
My love is infinite, I'm giving it
No need for prisoners
Bitch please, hands up, this is a stick up 'cause I'm 🎶
He does not give a damn even if the tears started to flow through his eyes, silently weeping as he always did. The abuse he suffered under his father, the neglect of his mother, the bias her part of the family has against him. All his struggles amounted to nothing as he was tired of everything.
🎶 I'm, aye
I'm taking it
Aye-aye
I'm taking it all for us
Doing it all for love
Aye-aye, aye-aye
Guess you figured my two times two
Always equates to one
Dreamers are selfish
When it all comes down to it
I hope one of you come back to remind me of who I was
When I go disappearing
Into that good night, good night, good night, good night, good night
I'm taking it all for us, all
Doing it all for love 🎶
As he slowly started to drift to sleep he made a silent wish for things to change for him, and with that he started drifting off not knowing that his wish may have been granted.
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