#WritcoStoryChallenge
Does life give us a second chance? The race had begun and he/she wondered if he/she would win this time round.

Entry:

He had faced a number of races. Races in his family's house. Races in his school. Races in his own little community.

Each race, he lost.

He asked himself again.

"Does life us a second chance?"

"Does life let people like me win races even just once?"

Still, life gave an answer.

"No..."

He had fallen asleep carrying all those thoughts in his mind. Tomorrow came. It was another day.

Another day of proving to everyone that he's not a failure. Another day of proving to everyone that he deserves to be accepted and valued.

Family? Friends? He doesn't have any like that

Sure. He was living in his family's house. It was only a house not a home. They never treated him as part of the family anyways.

He started questioning himself. Is he not enough? Is he that useless? Is he that a disappointment?

"Dame! Is this what you call "cleaning"?!" His aunt shouted that very moment.

"I am sorry, Auntie." He then bowed his head and got the broom again.

"You're sorry?! Again?! You are really useless!!!"

He quietly wiped his tears. They are starting to fall. He wondered if people will be more happy if she'll just disappear.

Afterall, who wants a failure like him.

And so he did...

Carrying a little note in his hands one evening. He dropped in in front of the house's doorstep.

"I am sorry for all the bad feeling I had brought to you.

Don't worry. I'll be gone quickly.

I hope you'll be in delight as I bid my goodbye...

Goodbye..."

Then, a gun shut was heard.

Near the favorite playground of a boy named,

Dame...

Note:
Hello. I would live to read your comments. As I was about to sleep, this idea suddenly appeared so I wrote it.

P.S. Comments are really really appreciated. I'll be very delighted.