Waylan Acuna D2 {cb/done}

Was it wrong having dyslexia?

Waylan asked himself the same questions every single day as his blue eyes scanned the wrinkled up piece of paper in front of him. Father taunted him, and he rubbed it in his face only making the boy feel worse. He tried, and he tried, but father never understood, and Father hated him for it eventually making Waylan feel down about himself because he couldn't read nor write.

He's rather shy, only talking when someone asked him a question, or only making comments when necessary. Despite being found, Waylan struggled with the violence that went on around him. Growing up in a upper class family taught him a lot, and he tends to stray away from doing anything wrong leaving him with a sense of innocence, but having a baby face didn't help his cause any at all. Violence didn't exist in his home, and now he faced it constantly. It wasn't like the life he was used to living before running away from home. but if someone handed him a bomb and told him to demolish a structure next door, Waylan took great pleasure in obeying. Frail fingers run through his shaggy hair as he calculates how long it'll take for the building to explode. One thing was certain, The sixteen year old loved making things go boom. He took pride in blowing things up, yet he didn't want anyone comparing him to a criminal.

Waylan preferred working with numbers because it didn't involve reading, and anything that didn't involve reading was something he looked forward to. Sometimes he even asked questions because of the curiosity flowing through his veins. Otherwise he always let himself down, and hated himself for not properly reading the words etched into the frail sheets of paper.


{using the 7th cb I bought from ratmas}