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From the moment he was born, Twitter was one of the most unique kids in his circle.
He was a trouble child, but one with a future clear to everyone around him.
He was…
Perfect.
He was funny.
"Gosh, you're so silly! Stop it, seriously!"
"Haha, I won't stop until you admit I'm right!"
He wasn't the kindest, but he had his moments.
Moments where he changed lives.
"O-oh my goodness.. You don't have to give me all of this.. It's too much..!"
"Everyone knows I'm rich, just take it! It's not that big of a deal!"
He was an inspiration to all kids his age, many tried to compete, trying to be like him, ever since he was young.
"Just stop trying, seriously! No matter how much you try to copy Twitter's mannerisms, you'll just be called a cheap copy!"
"Haahh.. I know! But you know, sometimes people would be tired of his attitude, or couldn't become friends with him, and they'll come to me instead!"
He had an infamous personality, and even though he'll make fun of most, and barely anyone survives under his harsh criticism, he was just..
"Ugh, I hate this, really!"
"Why, what's wrong?"
"I've been trying to cut that annoying bastard off my life- like, 5 times already! And it never worked!"
"Oh, hah, don't even try! The moment you befriend him, you can never get away, he is always so.."
Charismatic.
Yes, that's it.
That's the best part about Twitter, he was handsome, he was fun to be around, and simply being friends with him helps you make friends with everyone else.
Some people hated him, they criticized him, and his friends couldn't deny these critics, but they also just.. Couldn't let him go.
It was impossible for a child like that to ever fail in anything, even his grades were straight A's.
That's until,
"H-huh, mom? What is she.."
Twitter went out with his friends today, his mom wasn't home, but his father gave him permission to go.
He thought his mom was at work.
He stared from inside a store he and his friends were buying snacks from, squinting his eyes nervously as he saw a woman that looked exactly like his mother.
"Twitter? You good?"
He couldn't bother to stare back at his friend Tumblr, who was shaking his shoulder in worry.
'Why.. Is mom.. With a strange man?'
She seemed drunk, and so was the man. She was wearing clothes that were too extravagant than usual, and so was the man, he couldn't understand what was going on.
He knew his family was rich, but his mom was a humble woman, she never wore anything so.. Extra.
"Twitter!"
"Ah! Huh?" He turned around nervously, all his friends were looking at him with worry.
"What's wrong? You were zoning out."
"U-uh.." He looked back his mother was no longer there, but he saw an expensive car drive away to god knows where.
"I.. I'm sorry, I'm just.. Feel a little sick."
"Oh.. Do you.. Want us to take you home? Just in case." His other friend, reddit, asked and tilted his face, looking a little awkward.
Twitter fell silent, and he slowly shook his head.
"No.. No. It's okay, I'll be fine, I'll go home alone, and you guys should continue playing without me "
"Huh? But it's boring when you're- hey, Twitter! Wait!"
…
The two exchanged eye contact after Twitter ran off.
"Haah.. How troublesome."
"I'm sure he is fine, he likes to randomly stir up drama out of things that doesn't matter when he is bored."
"Yeah, let's hope he is just being dramatic."
"I can't fucking believe you'll do this to me!"
"Baby, please let me explain!"
"Explain what?? Explain what?! Okay then, explain!"
"... I-"
"Exactly! You have nothing to explain!"
Twitter shook in silence, peeking at his father and his mother's fight in the living room.
'I should've never said anything.'
"Um.. Dad, does mom have a brother?"
"What?"
"N-no, no, don't worry, just a passing question-"
".. She doesn't."
"Ah.."
'He must've started suspecting it because of what I said.. Oh my god..'
"Fine, I cheated! There! It's not my fault you barely provide anything for this household and only sit on your ass eating!"
His eyes widened at the ridicule of these claims, and he couldn't help but shout back."I don't provide- oh my fucking god! I don't provide anything?! You're the one who insisted you want to work, but who else will stay with our child?! Me! I cook, I clean, I teach, I raise! All you do is pretend you're working when you're actually spreading your legs!"
Her face went red in anger and embarrassment, "You-! How dare you! I've had enough! You leave my house right this instant!"
"Okay, fine! I hope you rot alone, you disgusting slut!"
Slam!
…
That was the last time Twitter has ever heard of his father.
And from there, his life.. It just kept getting worse.
"What..? That man.. Who.."
Twitter grimaced, painfully maintaining eye contact with this strange looking man, who was looking down at him with odd eyes.
It almost looked..
Greedy?
"Hey, kiddo! I heard lots about you from everyone I knew!"
Twitter's heart was beating out his chest as he watched the strange man stretch his hand to pat him on the head.
"I.."
He subconsciously walked back, he didn't want that man anywhere near him.
"Twitter! What are you doing! Your stepdad is greeting you and you act like this!" His mother snapped at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer again, Twitter could only tremble.
"Haha, it's okay, sweetie." The man looked back at Twitter, and he didn't want anything more than to punch that smile off his face.
"..after all, we have lots of time to reset this boy and teach him proper manners, right?"
Huh…? What does he mean by that?
That man.. What does he want to do to me?
This.. This is bad.
Elon musk. That was his name.
A well known billionaire, he had more money than I could've ever imagined before.
Money that he never gave me. Money that he used any kind of excuse to not spend on me.
Elon musk. He was a dishonest man.
"You said you were going to come over at 12am at most! It's 4 am!"
"Oh sweetheart, don't be like this."
"You are so frustrating sometimes, can you do something I ask for once?!"
He was dishonest, a liar.
"I swear that he did! I wouldn't ever lie about this!"
"Shut it, Twitter! I already lost my trust in you after you tried framing him for breaking our television, and you want me to believe he raised his hands at you? Don't be ridiculous!"
"But… but-!" Twitter's eyes welled up with tears, he was never this vulnerable, but his own mother picking her bastard of a husband rather than her own son.. It hurt.
"Let it go, kid, I love you, but I'm getting tired of getting falsely accused all the time." Elon sighed and looked away, smiling as he looked at his wife, whose expressions fell soft and she took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, honey. Twitter was never like this.. He was always such a good son."
He shook his head, smiling at her. "No, he is a very sweet boy, but boys his age always do this, i already expected it."
'I'm not lying! Please, someone believe me!'"
"Seriously? Jeez, he is terrible!" One of his friends huffed, his eyes widening at the story he heard.
Twitter looked down, his smile weak and tired.
"It's alright, I'm getting used to it, at this point, i don't even care anymore."
"No, you should call the police on him! A lawsuit! He can't get away with hurting you!" His friend protested angrily, his frustration clear.
"No, no, tumblr, please.. Let it go." Twitter looked down and shook his hand, tumblr's face distorted, but he bit his lips and sat down.
"It's so unfair.." Clenching his fists, tumblr said, frustrated and angered.
"I know, I know." Twitter rubbed his fingers on his bandaged right arm, he can't write properly anymore.
He looked outside his class window, he was tired, exhausted. He just wants this torment to end.
"Ugh!" Twitter cried out in pain, panting and holding onto his stomach, tears streaming down his face.
"God, how do you even function with a brain like yours!? Your grades are so bad it won't get you into a farm!" Elon shouted, his veins popping from his temples, ripping his report card right in front of his eyes.
"Y-you made me quit all my tutoring sessions! They Were vital in my education!" Twitter argued, he wasn't going to back down, not yet.
Twitter's retaliation only made Elon angrier, and he slammed the wall. "What, do you need 8000 tutors to get that brain of yours to work?! Why don't you depend on yourself and use your own little brain cells to study, huh?!" He spat while stomping around the room, Twitter just wanted to go to his room, in the comfort of the only thing left he had that felt like home.
Elon suddenly freezes, his eyes shone, as he got an idea. "You. Go to your room, only come back when I call you." Twitter gulped and he quickly got up, and ran to his room, locking the door.
'Finally..'
He laid on his bed, closing his eyes.
'But why did he suddenly say that? His face.. Let's hope he didn't get any funny ideas.
"You want me to pay rent?!" Twitter stood up and slammed the table, his face full of confusion and anger.
"Sit down, Twitter, if you keep being disrespectful, I will put a price tag on all your electronics too." His mother ordered sternly, Twitter stared at her with eyes of one who got betrayed, and he sat back down on the couch, looking down.
"Me and your father have talked about this a lot, and for your best interest, and for you to mature like a proper member of society.. You need to start paying for what you get, we will give you a week to find a job, and if you don't pay in time.. I'm afraid we'll have to consider kicking you out."
"..." Twitter looked at his mother silently, then slowly moved his head to look at him.
Elon was smirking, raising his eyebrows smugly, as if asking for what he has to say.
"...fine." Twitter got up from the couch, and he went up to his room again.
"He is so difficult. " Twitter's mother sighed and facepalmed, Elon chuckled and patted her back.
"He'll come around, I'm sure of it, 80 dollars a month isn't half bad."
"You're right..haah.."
Everyone back in school has noticed this sudden change in Twitter's behavior.
He became quiet, he ate less, he hung out with less people, his grades became way worse, and.. Some of his friends dropped him.
The most concerning were the fact he always had bandages on his body, sometimes even his face, and no matter how many times someone showed concern, it was swept under the rug.
But they all eventually heard about his mother's adultery, and her remarriage with the famous 'Elon Musk'.
When the truth got out, everything made sense, the reason why no matter what, no matter how many times police or cps were called, it never worked.
It didn't take long for the Twitter copycats to resurface again, trying to fill in the space Twitter has been leaving behind.
But, although some people moved to the 'new big shot', or whatever they were called, the attention stayed with Twitter, he became more moody, more snappy, he broke things and pushed people away, they couldn't even talk with him anymore, he whispers his replies until they're barely audible, and he can't stand anyone talking about him.
He wasn't sweet, he wasn't funny, all his good traits rotted like a wilted flower, and the people that loved him had to witness the death of a boy with a future that was meant to never dim.
It was .. Tragic. How a boy's light was stripped away from him at the young age of 17.
They didn't know what to do, even they were slowly losing their passion for the boy they never thought would change.
And so did Twitter.
Psshhh..pshhh..
Near a local lake, Twitter was walking, slowly and steadily, his eyes half closed, and his body in the worst state it ever was his whole life.
He breathed into his palms, trying to warm them up from the cold.
"I'm so tired." He whispered in a low voice, his dark blue hair fluttered with the wind, and his pale face getting even paler due to the cold.
He stopped walking, and sat down, watching the lake with cloudy eyes, he was lost.
He reached his hand out to the sky, the sky full of stars.
And he closed his eyes.
Maybe if he could pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting star, because he could really use a wish right now
…
Wish right now
Wish.. Right..now..
I hate myself