Today was suppose to be the day.

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The boy woke up from bed, the time was early, so early that everyone in the household was still asleep. It was a perfect time for what he has to do.

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Upon getting out of bed, he put on the clothes, everything to make him what he’ll become, from the coat to the trousers, the face will come last after. Once everything is set, he stepped out of the room and creaked through the cramp hallways of his old home.

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Going down the stars, in hope to not wake everyone up, he find himself in the kitchen, it was the one of the biggest rooms in the house, if it wasn’t for the fridge and counters, it would be the biggest, while the living room was surely the biggest. It was an open space, with counters all around and a table at the middle. The boy sat on one of chairs, looking around, knowing that this will be the last place he’ll ever see.

After taking in the scenery, he pulled one of the cupboards, searching through the cutlery, until he found one item he was looking for, a tool that will shape his future.

A blade. A big sharp blade.

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He returns to the seat, taking deep breaths, knowing that this will be the moment that he will change forever, that he will become something much more than himself.

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For the past year, he planned to have a year to be himself, as though he had only a year to live and what happens after, he would die and someone else will take over his body. He those time being with his family, the mother that birthed him and cared for him all this time, the brother who helped him and shared a room, the sisters that cared for him and listen to his thoughts.

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He made his time with them, he made his time trying to understand the world, but he knows that he will be gone the second he touches the blade onto his skin.

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This should have been the day he made his mark

But then fate change for the boy.

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Upon touch of the blade, there wasn’t a cut, the blade wasn’t sharp enough to go through the skin. Despite being the sharpest blade in the cupboard, it wasn’t enough to make his mark.

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The boy panicked, he was hoping that it will make a mark, but it didn’t, he didn’t want to go too strong, in fear that it will stab through his hand, it will make a mess and the mark would difficult to place. He spent the entire time trying to make his mark, but no matter how hard he tried, there wasn’t a cut on his skin.

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Then, he heard a noise.

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He looked up to see his mother, asking what he was doing.

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He answered and told her everything, it shocked her, realized that the boy was doing something bad. She told him that there can be a different way to make the mark, this would ruin his chances in life.

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With convincing words, the boy followed the mother and found alternatives.