the boy named X

foreword

this is part of a series i recently got inspired to write about. all characters are fictional by the way. so don't start guessing who it is. here goes...

once upon a time there lived a boy who was invisible. he wasn't literally invisible, of course, for we all know that can't be possible in real life (and even if it was, we wouldn't know anyway). so, back to the boy - people called him X. now X was the epitome of mediocrity. he was relatively book-smart, but never had the makings of a top scholar; without having to study extremely hard though, he made it into college - unseen, of course. X was also relatively inclined towards the arts. he played a musical instrument (now i can't remember what that was, but he did), but was never very good at it, even after playing for about a decade. he continued playing anyway, for he felt comfortable.

X, of course, had parents, who doesn't? his parents weren't alcoholics, compulsive gamblers, nor were they workaholics who never had time for their children. for one reason or another, however, they were too cooped up with their own lives to take a second look at X. now they were the type of parents who didn't believe in expressing their love towards others outwardly - conservative, traditional, whatever you wanna call it. perhaps it was a vicious cycle - parents didn't wanna take the initiative to find out about son's life, son feels like a stranger at home, son stays out, parents assume son doesn't care, and it goes on. no one knew how that cycle started, but it's like a slippery slope.

one would expect X to embrace a life outside home, but being the mediocre himself, he was pretty invisible to everyone. he didn't make the effort to make himself seen or heard anyway. so that's it, X had few friends - he was always alone. in fact he actually enjoyed that kind of solitude, although he wished he had a person to turn to sometimes. that yearning seems to grow by the day, but at the end of it, there was still no one. is it too late to start?