piggy 2

"You church rat! you're a low life man and shouldn't be worthy to be called a husband to Joyce! Get a divorce!" Aunt Kisha spat out disgustingly. Married for 2 years and mistreated by his in-laws,that is the entire life of Xavier McKinney. He walks as a bartender and he loves and cherishes her so much and Joyce does the same too. what will happen when Xavier's father old butler found him and gave him a golden card containing $5 billion! He leaped to the top and promise doom to those who stepped on him before!

Silence. That's all I ever wanted. But here's the thing about silence. It comes in different flavors. There's the peaceful kind, when you're alone in your room at 2 AM. Then there's the suffocating kind I got at school. High school was already a special kind of hell for me. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat next to me in every class. The usual stuff. Emily was the only one who made it bearable - until she wasn't. *Snap.* That's how quick it happened. One moment she's my best friend, the next? She's telling people things.. embarrassing things I trusted her with. Things I'd never told anyone else. She even lied! God, I can still hear the whispers. See the smirks. Feel the stares burning into my back. I went from being invisible to being a walking target. And it's funny how being ignored starts to feel like a luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidentally" dropped lunch trays. But then... *something* changed. You ever get that feeling? Like there's this... I dunno, this *presence* in your head? Not like voices or anything crazy. More like... you know when you're playing a video game and suddenly unlock a new ability? Yup. It's that kind of feeling. It started small. Just little things at first. But now? *tap tap tap* My fingers drum on the desk while I write. The tapping makes little shakes in the wood. Each tap feels like a small promise. I used to think rock bottom was a place. Well ladies and gentlemen, it turns out.. that it's more like a launch pad. And yeah, maybe I don't have everything figured out yet. Maybe I'm still piecing together what this... *thing* inside me is. But I do know one thing: They're gonna wish they'd left me invisible.