My father's fist hurt, and I would get scared just thinking about it. My mom died when I was only one due to lung cancer, and my dad would drink occasionally to get by now and then. Eventually, it turned into an everyday thing. he also had no luck with his job or any other jobs; so to vent his anger he would occasionally beat me, but that too turned into an everyday thing.
I didn't eat much, I'm surprised I'm still living actually, He would use his leftover money to buy himself some food and beer leaving me to starve. I would just sleep on those days to avoid the feeling of hunger, I didn't like to go outside much either, maybe because there was nothing to do. Or maybe because he didn't allow me to, I hate myself to be honest. I'm not handsome, but not ugly, I'm not tall, but not short, I'm just mediocre, average at best. but that was still enough for me to be bullied at school.
They would trip me every day just for giggles, pour their milk on me, and even lie to get me in trouble. I tried to tell the staff about what had been happening to me one time but the school did nothing about them, me, or anybody else. Once they found out about what I did, they all beat me up, and believe me I tried to fight back, but what could I possibly do? I'm frail and skinny and I barely even eat, and they all tower over me.
I just wanted to die, I wished I could die. Every night I hoped I wouldn't wake up.
Different thoughts would run through my mind like, 'Would anyone remember me if I died?' or 'Would my dad even think about me after I died?"
My dad Is very big, he has broad shoulders, ash-brown hair, and dark teal eyes that put fear in my heart every time I looked at him. I would cower in fear while hiding in my room every time he returned home. When he wasn't home I would sometimes try to enjoy myself but that wouldn't last long either. I would know he was home by the tinking sound the beer bottles made when slightly tapping each other as he moved.
I would instantly be alerted, and run to my room acting like I'm asleep.
My name is Kazuya Ryu, My hair is dark brown with a faint of black in it, and my eyes are also dark teal like my father's. I don't really wanna be compared to him, I hate my father, he always acts nice around other people but when we go home, he just puts his hands on me and ignores me, acting like I don't exist. Some time ago I tried asking for food, and that was my first and last time asking, he beat me until he felt satisfied.
"Are you still hungry you little punk? I do everything around here, and you pay me back like this you little shit!"
But he didn't do anything! When he was gone I had to clean up his empty beer bottles, cans, and dirty clothing, I had to do the dishes, take out the garbage, and even clean his room. But he never acknowledged me once, matter of fact not for anything.
You're probably wondering '"Well didn't the school see your bruises?" yes they did, but they never took action for it, because they didn't want their reputation to be destroyed. If they did acknowledge by bruises it would inevitably come out that they never took any action before, and a whole lot of other drama would occur. The school didn't want to be put on the news for not acknowledging an abused and bullied child, so they didn't talk to anyone or anybody about me or any other students.
I had one friend a while back, we went everywhere together, played games at his house occasionally, and even got in trouble together, but he was my friend. Eventually, he got with the wrong group of kids, got a bit obsessed with popularity, and started doing things like bullying other kids and getting in fights with others to stand out and fit in. He started to bully me after a while and just like last time to stand out and fit in.
What is life? what do we live for? yearn for? why do we make our lives revolve around materialistic things?...
To be truthfully honest even I want materialistic things like clothes, shoes, and designer belts. But why? Is it to stand out? look cool? look rich? or to hide who I am inside.
I had one girl I used to like, she was popular, and you can probably guess that when she and others found out about it, they bullied me for it. They would sometimes kick me in the balls and smack me upside my head, saying stuff like, "Why would she like someone like you?" or, "You disgust me!" and sometimes she would step in and say something like, "Why would I date someone like you? and besides I already have a boyfriend, weirdo."
And for some reason, I felt like it was all my fault this happened to me.
One time I tried to jump off a bridge but a man stopped me, another time I tried to hang myself at school but the staff stopped me, and it was probably to only protect their school's reputation of course. I've tried to kill myself over 4 times, but nothing has worked. And I'm too scared to stab myself so I just lived as I always have.
Today, I expect it to all be the same. A day full of abuse and ridicule. A life of nothingness, and a heart of glass. That's all I am, I'm just an imperfect human. I'm not the man that people want me to be.
[SYSTEM REQUIREMENTS MET!]
[SYNCHRONIZING%....]
[20%..]
[50%..]
[70%..]
[90%..]
[SYNCHRONIZATION FULLY COMPLETE!]
[WELCOME TO THE 'PERFECT HUMAN SYSTEM']
It had all happened so fast, that I couldn't even react to it, "But what was this? perfect human system? I met the requirements? what requirements? being a loser? a loner? some crybaby that can't do anything right?"
Thoughts raced through my mind, I didn't want to accept it. I didn't believe it, who would? "After all these years why did it appear now? why did this appear before me now? Is it trying to change my life? what is it all for?"
I could sit here and ask a million questions, but I stopped there.
"Okay...now what?"
[Input a name.]
"Kazuya"
[Perfect Human System]
(Host: Kazuya)
[Skills: -]
[Quest] (Optional)
[Current Rewards: 1] (Click To Redeem)
[RADAR CHART:
Looks: 5
Height: 5
Intelligence: 4
Physique: 2
Dexterity: 3
Skill Mastery: 1]
As I looked up and down the weird panel in front of me I read each and everything there.
All of my attributes surrounded the six points of a hexagon or radar chart. I was a bit confused about what the numbers meant but I realized it was just the points already there.
"I'm not 5 foot, so it must just be points for sure. But my looks, intelligence, physique, and dexterity all seem low. Well, I expected that for my looks and physique, but I guess I am stupid. Not surprising though. But skill mastery must be what exactly it says, the mastery of my skills. Which...I don't have any."
My once frown was flipped upside down with a huge grin. I was happy, I knew this was my chance. My time to shine. "I can finally change my life and get back at those who wronged me. I don't care how long it takes, I will work hard and change for the better!"