It could be called a corpse by the time. After being constantly pushed down by the Government, he didn't find a way to make his dream of knowing everything, comes true.
Thus, he was indirectly murdered.
One could be certain of this statement.
People should be able of doing whatsoever they wish as long as it doesn't hurt someone else.
Constitution is up to that, and people with the power to grant it, are to refuse it.
He was born 11 years ago; his name was Bryan. When he acquired understanding, his family was nowhere to be seen and he was living with outcasts in an old slum, his muscles too weak to depend on.
As he grew, he matured as well.
This was his most deadly penalty for being in the world.
Bryan never went to school, but he was capable of doing many things he was not supposed to, as an "animal" whose only trainer was himself since the beginning.
One day, a girl came and said hello while smiling. He was a kid and so she was, but he knew he could not be reciprocal. Then, her parents came out and picked her up saying that she must not talk to a garbage like him.
He did not even have a single person he could speak with; all he had had were the ones who had fed him until he was 10, when they kicked him out to the streets.
-Life was hard, but not impossible.
This was what he wanted to believe in, so that he often got out of the shadows to get something to eat from the restaurants' thrash bins. His clothes were found in the same way.
He suffered, probably more than what a normal person could bear. Although, all the way thus far, he had never been in front of anything that could be called dangerous by any Institution, 11 years of sheer misery had given him quite the knowledge; the kind that makes you get involved in troubles you can not make it out only with your bare hands.
There were lots of things he knew, but there were those, the most important, he did not understand.
-Why people like us do exist in this world?
No one had showed him a path to walk; no one had taught him the difference between good and evil; no one had showed him what a normal life was like... Still... he knew what he wanted; he was kind, and he was a kid who had lived amidst the shit of those that had normal lives.
So, there was something he understood well enough.
-I have never been normal myself.
Indeed. Although, he never spoke, he was capable to read and understand everything written on any paper.
But he was about to die.
•••
When Bryan found out that the Government had been looting the State while people were dying in the hospitals because they did not have medicine, he could not help but cry in despair.
What could they do if they were righteous? What could have he gotten if they would use the money for the people?
-But politicians don't look at us, outcasts, as people; they steal for the ones that wear their colors and cruelly leave us die in the bosom of that injustice.
Just like that, Bryan got up and walked towards the Legislative Assembly with his heart melted in sadness.
When he arrived, the security tried to chase him out but the boy glanced at him with a fierce look and the security soon understood that he will not listen, so he let him come in with the condition that he will not cause any stir.
Bryan knew that he was going to speak but it was up to the men inside if it became a commotion.
He got to the entrance of the Building and as he walked to the center of the place, the people looked at him with stiffened faces. He came to a halt and looked around at those that ate their weight in money every time they wanted to.
The President of the Assembly hurriedly pushed a button under the desk to call the security but some one came and whispered to his ears that the boy was being taken by the cameras, the security did not move.
The man took the microphone and asked the kid:
"What are you doing here, boy?"
"Should not a well-educated man first greet his guests?"
Then, people started to talk indistinctly.
"Is this a kind of joke? Because it's not funny."
"Your behavior has changed in an instant, just like rats' when they're found gnawing over the dishes."
"What...!?"
"Don't worry, now that I saw you, I know I did not come here for you, after all, people with that attitude could not befit such a position."
The man in the desk stood up and shouted.
"If anyone here think that after this, nothing is going to happen, you should know that I'm not a person who takes things lightly! As for you, kid, you'd better get out of here already!"
Another man stood up and came next to Bryan.
"Hello, boy. I don't want to bother you, but this is not a place where you can do as you please. If you need to say something, go ahead but keep that in mind."
"I understand. You must be Deputy Leonard, the independent."
Leonard was the first independent Deputy to be chosen in the Assembly.
"Yes, I am. So, if you have something else to say, speak up, I've got your back."
The President frowned at the scene. The independent Deputy was standing by the kid.
"What is this, Deputy Leonard?"
"I decided that we have to listen to this kid until he finishes what he has to say. -To listen the population, that's our duty as Representatives."
"So it was you...!?"
"Do not misunderstand. I just want to hear this kid's complaints, and have nothing to do with the idea that put him here in the first place."
"Ugh!"
"Go ahead, boy."
Bryan nodded his head.
"You must think that it's actually impossible for a kid like myself to be here by own volition, but it is so and you have to bear it."
Bryan spoke with a voice so clear that it sent shivers down the spines of those present.
"I would like you... no, I order you to stop the pillage of the country!"
A long time ago, some one had said something similar, and he was killed by a man called d'Aubuisson whose seeds remained in the Assembly. Bryan knew it and said that to recall the victim.
"Kid... just shut up!"