Boy With a Scar

Matouš Rýdel

“God will never give you more than you can handle.”

This book is devoted to my parents and brother.

Thanks.

PROLOGUE

I remember

I was fourteen at that time.

There were films on TV about heroes

who rescue

young girls

in trouble.

They were always admired

for their acts.

I also wanted to be such hero,

to rescue girls,

reveal frauds

and capture every criminal.

I was dreaming

that I would become one.

What makes such a hero?

I dreamt up every detail of him

but only one came true

which was the last one on my list.

I imagined myself

as a hero,

muscled, handsome,

possibly

with superhuman capacities.

In every dream

I rescued another girl from bad guys’ clutches.

Again, and again I received

a scar.

I believed

that with it will come admiration

and beauty

and superhuman strength

and all the rest.

At that time

I completed basic school

and continued from the seventh class

to grammar school.

I did not expected

that anything

would change.

But it did not take long

before my life started turning

upside down.

I

It was wonderful day,

the sun was shining

and I was on bus from school

as every day.

The hairdresser in the afternoon,

my mom drove me there.

When I came home from the hairdresser,

I started the shower

to wash my hair

which stuck to my skin

and which I could not shake off my back.

Before I stepped

into the shower

standing naked in front of the mirror,

I noticed that my belly

looked like swollen.

Although I was growing at that time

and putting on weight very slowly.

The belly is too big today.

I touched it with my fingers

it was absolutely hard.

I decided:

“I ate too much”

and I did not pay attention.

I got into the shower.

When I washed myself

and began to dry with towel

my mom entered the bathroom

it was not unusual

she may have come to wash her hands.

She noticed my belly

she was concerned.

It did not take long

before we were sitting in the car on way

to hospital.

I was asking questions on way there

as every child would do:

“What is ahead of me?”

“What will they do to me?”

I was healthy all the time until that moment

and I was scared

of every examination at the doctor’s

and I fainted each time.

We reached the hospital.

I was admitted by the young doctor.

She was smiling

and asking

whether I have a girlfriend

as she thought that my problem is

the sickness from kissing.

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