Okay this story was kind of inspired by the episode on Kenny the Kola especially the end so yeah enjoy.

Chapter 1: Memories on the wall

Luke lay in bed cradling his toy kola, Kenny. This one bear had protected him through all his life. Through his birth mothers death, his abusive farther and the bullying in a orphanage. Memories were still there even though everyone thought he had forgot. Pain was flowing through the young boy, spreading out like disease.

His mother had been a caring young women. When she have birth she wasn't really the correct age but it did not mean she did not love her child. Her husband was not the greatest man on earth but there love was undeniable. She just hoped he would be a good farther.

Both parents assisted the young toddler as he grew up but it was clear already that it was going to be a struggle. His farther had became an alcoholic whilst the mother was falling more and more ill everyday.

Coughing and wheezing she was taken to the local hospital only to be told she had a form of cancer. Times got harder on the small family but there was still hope in them.

That was until January two thousand and three when Luke's mother passed away. Shortly after her passing both the farther and son attended her funeral to say there final farewells. At the age of three Luke did not understand what was going on. He believed that his mother was just sleeping and soon she would wake up and give him a hug like she usually did. His mother had given him the kola that was sitting in his arms at that moment.

"Wake up soon Mommy." Luke whispered into her coffin at the end of the funeral before the burial.

As they lowered the coffin into the ground the young Luke became confused

"What are you doing? That's my mommy don't burry her. Noooo!" He wailed kicking his farther as he picked Luke up. "Put me down."

With out considering his actions Luke's farther smacked him hard carrying him away.

"Your mothers dead now get other it and go home." He snapped not turning back to face the grave.

Only days later Luke's farther began smoking to try and take away his depression whilst totally neglecting the toddler who was beginning to grow hungry and lonely. As the child looked into the darkness of his new room, the basement, a tear ran down his cheek. Slamming open the door, Luke's farther entered the room.

"Get up you worthless child." His farther demanded.

Luke stood up as tall as possible trying to be as good as possible.

As the days had gone by Luke was begining to get hungry but his farther had no intrest on feeding the child. He had been fired from his job also he was unable to get a new one.

"Go tidy all of upstairs I can't stand te place you little worm."

Luke was comfused why his farther was treating him this way but by the tone in his voice he knew it was not a day to argue.

A few weeks later Luke had became a slave to the drunken, smoking, fat man that was once his farther. Luke himself was starved eating only the scraps of his farthers plate. Life had reached its worst.

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