A Life That Went Unnoticed
Some lives begin with warmth.
His did not.
There was no clear memory of when things started going wrong. No single moment he could point to and say—this is where it all broke. It was simply how things had always been.
A quiet house. Heavy silence. And a presence that never felt like it belonged,
My father.
My father is an average person a person who has lot of time and support from his parents but he wasted it now he lives on an average job.
Now when he see people who used to below him have better job than him he turned with jealousy, madness to surpass them consumed him but he knows he can't do anything now, so what he do ?
He take it out on me his son whenever he see my marks less than his colleagues he beat me sometimes with cane, other time with belts or slaps and words has no ends
Bastard, trash, waste of space is common for me.
Anything that fell short of that standard had no value in his eyes.
And his son… fell far short.
It didn't matter.
The result was always the same.
His mother existed in the same house, but that was all.
She neither interfered nor acknowledged.
When he entered a room, nothing changed.
When he left, nothing changed.
There were no questions asked, no concern shown, no attention given.
Her indifference was constant.
And over time, it became something he stopped noticing.
By the time he entered school, he had already adjusted.
He spoke less.
Stayed out of the way.
Avoided drawing attention.
High school brought a different kind of attention.
It started small.
People noticing his clothes. His shoes. The way he carried himself.
Then it grew.
Comments turned into laughter.
Laughter turned into habits.
"Same shirt again?"
"Did you borrow those shoes or what?"
"Why does he even come here?"
The pattern repeated often enough that it became routine.
He did not respond.
Not because he didn't hear it.
But because responding changed nothing.
Eventually, it escalated.
A push in the hallway.
A bag thrown aside.
A chair pulled away at the wrong moment.
Nothing severe enough to leave visible damage.
But enough to leave an impression.
At one point, he tried reporting it.
He stood in front of a teacher, explained what had been happening.
The teacher listened without interruption.
Nodded.
Then gave a short answer.
"Focus on your studies. These things happen."
The principal's office gave a similar response.
Different words, same conclusion.
"No need to make it bigger than it is."
After that, he stopped mentioning it.
School became something to get through.
Nothing more.
He spent most of his time alone.
In classrooms, at the back.
During breaks, in quieter corners.
After school, heading home without delay.
Over time, something shifted.
Not outwardly.
Nothing about his routine changed.
But internally, expectations lowered.
Then disappeared.
He stopped looking for support.
Stopped expecting fairness.
Stopped assuming things would improve.
In place of all that, something else took hold.
A quiet consistency.
He began to study.
At first, it was simply a way to stay occupied.
Then it became structured.
Regular.
Persistent.
He paid attention in class.
Reviewed material on his own.
Repeated what he didn't understand until it made sense.
There was no particular moment where it turned into effort.
It simply continued.
Years passed without much variation.
School ended.
College followed.
Nothing about his circumstances improved significantly, but nothing collapsed either.
He continued the same approach.
Attended lectures.
Studied consistently.
Worked part-time when needed.
There were setbacks.
Exams that didn't go well.
Applications that were rejected.
Days where exhaustion caught up.
Still, the pattern remained unchanged.
After graduation, things became more uncertain.
Finding a job took longer than expected.
Interviews came and went.
Most ended without result.
Time passed.
Weeks into months.
Months into years.
Eventually, something worked.
A job offer.
Not exceptional, but stable.
Enough to cover expenses.
Enough to maintain a routine.
Life settled into something predictable.
Work.
Meals.
Sleep.
Repeat.
There was no sudden improvement in circumstances.
But there was less instability.
And that, on its own, was sufficient.
I have completely break every relationship with my parents they don't have any issue as seeing how their son doing a normal below salary job. They themselves don't want to call me their son.
But it is the most important thing for me as first time in my life I experience freedom. Life don't change much after that as I don't have much friends and my colleague don't like me much after work I spend most of my time alone.
In these alone time I started to read novels nothing much as I find it interesting and it added some colours in my boring and colourless life.
Among all these novel the one I like most is
" Stars in void darkness "
It's a fantasy novel where human and demon contractors fight, it's a rough world where everyday millions of people die but humanity still dominate due to some people among them the one who stood most is
" Arun Khanna " the protagonist and the man who has immense talent.
But now I like this novel a lot more you will ask why ? The reason is now the main demons started to come the one who these demon contractors worship and they themselves come to fight and oh baby ! It's too breath taking reading these demons overwhelmed power and how the main protagonist cast fight with them it's something else.
And the demon king and top 10 high ranking demons you can say that top 10 most powerful demons except demon king still have even joined the battel as they and other high ranking demons are busy fighting other species on other planets.
All in all in my point of view it's a peak novel and not only my point of view this novel has over 100 million fans and it's so famous that famous companies want to make its comic version too.
Suddenly I notice time it's 11:30 pm oh better go to bed now or else my manager will eat me alive by taking whole day worth my salary if I get late tomorrow.