Marshall Alexander

A Boy

This is the story of a boy. From the day the boy was born, he loved unconditionally and purely, although his mother did not share the same feelings. She was disgusted by his existence and regretted conceiving him. Day after day as the boy grew, so did his mother's distaste for him, and yet he was unaware and only sought to be loved by his family. The boy had an older brother of four years difference, and he looked up to and cared very dearly for this brother, oblivious to his brother's hatred for him that was fueled by a deep envy, so powerful it had consumed the older brother. Mom did drugs. He used them with her, enjoying the fact that he fit in somewhere in this equation. The day came that he could take care of himself, as well as his mother, whom consistently found herself too fucked up to do so for herself. He was about seven years of age and eager to please, hoping to validate his position in the family. This effort made his mother feel some affection for him, and with a polluted conscience, she expressed that affection in a horrid way, sexually molesting the boy, confusing him about who he was to her, and what love even was. Still, he endured for them, never thinking that he had any value as a person on his own. The months passed and his interaction with Big Brother took an extreme turn. Big Brother had a few ideas for his body being used, for himself and friend. He was coaxed into a back room of the trailer on the end of River St., enticed by video games to be played with Big Brother and his friend.