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Never-Ending Stories

Kōsuke Ueki

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Hello, I am double_c4. As you already know, I made 3 other fictions on this forum before. They eventually failed because I couldn't think of anything else. This one, on the other hand will be going on nearly forever. The prologue shall explain everything:

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

Do you believe that every story you read, see or hear has an ending? That's not true!

 

Stories never end. Even though it seems that the story ends because of how it looks or what had happened, it will continue in any way imaginable. No matter what you say in a story, you have to deal with it continuing. If you want to believe that the story is over, that's fine, but let me tell you something:

 

Stories never end!

 

There is one way a story can end, though. If everything that connects and plan to be connected to the story is removed from existence, then the story will end with what it has and nothing else can be good enough for the story to continue. I have a story that will last for until its end has come, which might be never. I shall tell you about my life and how it will continue today until I die. My real name is Marcus Landrau and this is the story of my life that will never end.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1(Not Finished)]

If you know me in real life, you'd know why my life is horrible. It's because I was born with Borderline Autism. My life has been a living hellhole ever since. Around the time I was 6, my brother, who was born with ADHD, began his act of torture, even though I didn't realize it until I was 9. I can't even describe what he does. The only thing I could say is that he acts homosexual around me to make a laugh every once in a while, but that happened after I reached puberty. To this very day, my brother is a dirty, retarded, greedy jackass who is the reason my life is a living hell outside of school.

 

In school, my life is much worse! It all started when I began 7th Grade. It was my first year of a huge impulse of stress increase and my first year in Middle School. Before that, I had much less stress throughout the years. It was not bad. I understood the school from top to bottom. It only took near the end of 1st Grade to know everything. When I attended Middle School, I was always confused. I always had to ask questions, I was always feeling left out, and I never could understand my schedule. It was the first time I had to go to more than 3 rooms, each with a different subject.

 

I had only realized that my stress would increase so far during that year. I had realized where to go everyday eventually. Everything went completely worse the next year. I was now bullied like crazy! I no longer needed to ask questions, but I was still a bit confused. For the first time, I was bullied basically the same way I had been tortured at home with my brother. It was much different, though. I never started fights or never been in fights at school, but I always ended up fighting my brother. I wanted to fight someone in school when they get on my nerves, but I never had the courage to do so.

 

Every time I feel like hurting someone, I never feel like actually hitting the person except in my dreams. My dreams are always extremely random. I can never control them. Anyway, I never had any tutors for my disorder. Maybe it was because my mom couldn't spend the money for it. I didn't care, and I still don't! I needed it because I wanted to change my life!

 

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