THE CASE OF THE WEEPING SOUL

I want to tell you a story. I would write this story as a lesson to all of you. To protect his identity, I would call him S

THE CASE OF THE WEEPING SOUL

S was working part time in his father's shop, mending it until the clock strikes 4 in the evening. A tall adolescent guy wearing a red cap enters the shop. He smiled at S and walked straight behind S.

"Moved aside S, it's my shift now." He said. "Why don't you enjoy yourself and take a break. Go and watch those kids playing S4 League(an online shooter game)"

"Okay Ames." S smiled back.

S moved to the back, passing through the green divider that separates the counter from the computer booths. A cyber cafe would always be like any other cyber cafes. It would always be as loud as any other.

S was sitting at the corner, enjoying a shared-sort-of-thrill by watching the customers of his father's shop playing games on the computer and enjoying themselves. Bits by bits they were engulfed in the world of cybernetics and losing their grip on reality. Playing games enables them to let go of all their worldly troubles. Their homework, family and personal problems all gone in a blink of an eye.

As S was standing a midst the noisy crowd, he was approached by a boy about 4 inches taller than him and having a strong built body. The boy approaches him with a smile and looked at him as if inspecting him from top to bottom. He sneered at S.

"Hey, your the owner's son right?" He asked

"Yea."

"Could you show me where's the toilet?"

"Umm" S hesitated. "It's at the back room, through that door but only authorized personnel allowed."

"Nevermind," The guy responded "How about you escort me to the back. That way, I could go to the toilet"

S heard no evil in his words and agreed to do so. That was his biggest mistake.

As soon as they reached in front of the door of the toilet, S was pushed inside. Before he could shout, his mouth was covered. What happened next was malicious and evil that only animals would have done as what John did.

S was too weak to fight and so he was a victim.

 S was only 13. However, S was raped. A guy raped by a guy.

He was striped and forced to be a toy to John's pleasure.

After half an hour, S was left on the toilet floor. Soaked and destroyed by the tragedy that happened.

Till this day he have nightmares. However, S didn't blame all the gay guys out there. He just blamed John.

S is know a happy smiling teen but he still have nightmares about the incident. Nightmares that disturbs his sleep.

The lesson he wants to share is that if anyone have ever experienced this sort of thing, be strong. you're not alone so be strong...

P/S: Thanks S for letting me write this story.