Follow The Life of a Bullied 14- Year Old Boy

Boy Named Romeo -- The true Life of a small 14-year old bullied teen struggling to find his way in the world thats crumbling around him
 
 
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GRAND RAPIDS, Mich. - June 24, 2015 - PRLog -- Enter the world of a struggling, bullied Fourteen-year-old boy. Enter the world of a boy named Romeo, a young, kindhearted kid, searching for the reason of his existence while the world around him crumbles.

This book is based on the life of a boy Named Romeo, taken from the view points of the author, names of some people have been changed to protect their identity.

This is an ongoing series, following his life from April 2015 to September 2015. Each book will be the a combination of two months.

The purpose of these books are to help Romeo find himself while helping others like him that may be bullied themselves see that that they are not along, that they in fact are just like the boy named Romeo.

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Excerpt:

CHAPTER SEVEN

Breaching Romeo

I watched today as his world crumbled around him, the aching in his heart; the combination of extremely exhausted emotions raving like frenzied incantations in his mind.

Confusion, the infernos sadness of lost hope flowing like molten lava as his self-worth bled from his body.

He became broken.

Lost in the melancholy of his own despair and self-loathing; no one seemed to care about him, or so it felt that way to him, in his eyes.

I could feel his pain, share to the sentiments of self-hate discharge through his body.

Remember broken shards of my own past; chaotic memories of a time I felt as he; times where I wanted nothing more than that self-serving release of life.  Tears flooding my eyes, the mind losing all hope, all faith.

I could see it, the confusion of being a young man, wanting someone to love him without judgment.

The need to feel important in the eyes of his peers, in the eyes of the beautiful girl he so adored, so needed to sway.

Yet, the drama today took hold inside him, The darkness I remember so well, thy hated self, and being so young, he knew not where to go, or how to deal outwardly with those fiery emotions.

Instead I could see him drawing them back inside him, bottling them up as best he could, yet wanting, desiring that release to make the misery around him end forever… no yet dear child, not yet little brother I remember thinking to myself as he sat on the couch, face buried in his arms and legs, the girl he so adored, watching on, tears gliding slightly from her eyes, feeling his pain.

“ROMEO,” I said in a deep tone, sounding more like an angry parent than a friend or a mentor.

“GET IN MY CAR!” I demanded, picking up the phone he tossed across the room in anger and frustration.

“WHY?” he asked, head still buried in his arms.

“Doesn’t matter why,” I said deeply.  Saddened by the agony, the misery I could hear in his words, the awkward sounds of a lost little boy crying out, pained my heart.

“Stand up and get your ASS in my car,” I said again, louder, deeper than before.  To be honest I was amazed at his response.

Watching him as he quickly got up from the couch, head down against his chest and yet, doing as I requested, rushing past me and everyone in the room as he walked quickly outside, drops of tears falling from his eyes, only to climb into the passenger side of my car.

I took him away from all the drama he was facing that day as neither of us said a word to each other for almost a good five minutes.

I wanted him to breathe, take a moment and think, regain his composure, his semblance.  Take his mind away from the heartache.  Allow his jumbled thoughts a moment of rest. His mind to wonder to a more relaxing state.

We went to a small fun park in the area, a place to play video games, a place to take him away from the hurt, the pain, the bullshit, the drama he was placing upon himself.

We talked a lot inside the fun park, I was amazed to some degree how much he opened up to me, how much he finally trusted me and saw me as his friend.

About an hour later, as we drove back to the drama that was his life, I looked at him.

“Romeo,” I said, pausing for a moment, making sure he was paying attention to what I had to say. “No matter what you ever think of yourself, or what you think others think about you, I will be here for you for as long as you want me.” I said, as his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Though at times, I may act like a parent to you,, I want you to know that I am also your friend, your older brother and I will never, ever, let you feel alone, I care about you.” I said.

“Thanks,” he whispered tearing up slightly.

“Okay, enough mush serious stuffy,” I said, smiling…

“Back to the drama of this world.” I sighed.

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