Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Help Me Find Me ❯ Introduction ( Prologue )

Okay, this idea came to me while drawing. I'm writing a song to it, also. No pairings and Tyson-centric.

 

Warning: Child abuse and mention of self mutalation.

 

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My name is Tyson Granger, I am 15 years old, I beyblade and I have been a world champ for three years. My grandpa just died and my father also died in an air plane crash and my older brother, Hiro, disappeared. I live with my foster parents, in bey city and am not allowed to blade anymore.

 

My friends are Kenny, Hilary, Rei, Kai and Max. My favorite color is red. But, I don't like blood and I have a problem. Many people still think I'm a pig, and stuck up. I am not like that at all. My mother left when I was four and my dad left me with my grandfather when I was five. I have been training with kendo from there on.

 

I was to inhearit the Dojo, but cops thought it was rediculus for a fifteen year old to take care of something like that.

 

My problem is abuse. Yes, that's it. Abuse. Child abuse. Funny, huh? I started to wear long sleeves from the abuse, so no one gets suspcious of the marks on my arms. But, I don't know what to do about the reunion. Yup, everyone I met through out my life of Beyblading are gonna be there. All the teams. The Majestics, White Tigers, Bartheiz Batalion, Julia and her twin Raul, The Blitzkreig Boys aka the Demo Boys, Saint Shields, BEGA. And more teams I cannot name.

 

But, I have a fear. What will happen when they notice my problem? Will they question? Most of all, what will Max, Kai and Rei think? Please, don't think I'm telling you this because I want pity. Truth is, I don't want attention. I never liked attention. I just act like it.

 

I would love to see the reaction of Joseph and Kevin when they see each other. I smile at the thought.

 

I also have another secret. I hate myself. I've hated myself from the beginning of time. The reason why I wore long sleeves is because I hide my own misery. I cut. No, you didn't read wrong, I cut myself. I do it to help myself out of my misery. Of my regret of every word said, everything done.

 

I wonder why I have been damned in this world. Why I have been the one to be like this. Heh, I'm sounding dramatic. Oh, great, here comes Hilary, asking my foster mom if I'm around. She says I'm busy, she lies. I scowl. Hilary believes the lie and walks away.

 

I open my window and shout to Hilary who looks up at me. “Hold up!” I shout, as I climb over the window and drop down. I sprint up to Hilary and we walk to the park.

 

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Okay, I'll end there. Like I said, I'm writing a song to this also. This is going to be a five chapter story. No sequels. Anyways, review!