Feral

well, it all started with a boy, no older than 14, who's only dream was to change the world, and free the people from the tyranny of the higher ups. he would always talk about how "the media was corrupting people and making stupid people famous" or about how "the government is fucked, all they want is money just like everybody else". and he would never hang out with anybody who wasnt a true punk, a person with that "fuck it" attitude, people who don't care about outside opinions, they lived how they wanted. drinking, smoking, just being rebellious little bastards, but he was a good kid, he had manors, common sense, and a good heart. well one day, his parents got into a big argument with him about how he was scaring them, apparently they though he was a satanist, because they never saw him smile and he hadn't gone to church in a long time (his parents are baptist christian) so they told him they were sending him to a religious camp, or basically a concentration camp. he didn't like the idea of having someones opinions forced on him, so he packed a black outfit along with a black trench coat, his best camo (military gear), his knife and his gun (16 gauge shotgun) and he left at 3 in the morning. now he was finally living free, at least he thought, he made it for about a week or two, just living off the land, doing whatever he wanted. i guess all those survival guides came in handy after all. he was the happiest he had ever been, not having a care. killing animals and cooking them for food, boiling water over a fire to purify it, and living in an abandoned cave system. life was pretty sweet!. well after a while, he began to "lose touch". he would start talking to himself or people that weren't there, getting mad and punching things he probably shouldn't like rocks and trees, eventually his knuckles gave out, and he couldn't use his hand anymore. and with no medical attention, it could get infected or even worse, so he had no choice but to hold his hand in boiling water to kill the germs, and then wrap up his wound with his shirt. he was going crazy, no human interaction, no woman, nothing. they found him 5 years later, digging through a garbage can behind a small house in south georgia (u.s.a). and he was returned to his family, but there was something wrong. thanks to all those years without human interactin, he want insane. he had no idea who he was, where he was, when he was, or what he was. he was a feral beast,without a personality or anything. i guess his parents learned the hard way about not forcing opinions on your kids. it WILL drive them away, and that is the one thing you don't want. he was never seen again. its believed that the parents locked him up in the basement, never to be seen again, all because they were ashamed about what they did. they had another child soon after.but the now 19 year old was never seen again. (now there is a lesson to be learned in this story, its that you shouldnt force your opinions on your kids, because it will drive them away from you, and them them hate you)