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My name is Eddie, I am a boy, and on Christmas morning, I walked into the police station. A few hours ago, just as the Christmas bells were ringing, I met Red, a plumber. After a pleasant conversation, we went home together to celebrate the holiday. However, an accident happened and I was attacked by him. The police, friends, and relatives all asked me to review the cause, process, and details of the incident over and over again. As a victim, I have lost the right to remain silent. Suddenly, it seemed like everyone had Red's face, which scared me to the core. No one could understand the pain in my heart, and no one was aware of my confusion and fear. The hurt is like a movie that never ends, and I become the only audience. Perhaps only escape can change the painful life...

My name is Eddie and I am a boy. I am afraid of going to school and hate staying at home. I don't have any happy memories of my childhood. That doesn't mean I've never experienced happiness or pleasure; it's just that it's generally painful - the pain eclipses everything else. You may not believe it, but I often face more pain than others, or it is a collection of other people's pain. Being isolated and beaten at school, oh, it's nothing. Being regarded as "crazy" by parents is actually not bad. If violence, poverty, and ignorance are the criteria for testing a "man", then I would rather be a "fool." As a "misfit" person, perhaps only by escaping from here can I truly live...

My father is still alive, but he is socially dead. He lost his job due to a work injury and became a "lazy guy" in the eyes of politicians and a "trouble" in the eyes of his bosses. My relationship with my father is not good. I am not a manly son in my father's eyes, and he is not a qualified father in my eyes. He drank heavily, was violent, and spent all night in bars with his friends until my mother kicked him out. In the process of visiting my father again and again, I began to try to understand his past and break the silence and barrier between father and son. My father was also in his prime, but eventually fell into the quagmire of fate uncontrollably. I use his life experiences to reveal social issues. People often talk about politics eloquently, "For rulers, politics is just an aesthetic matter: a way of thinking about oneself, a way of looking at the world and constructing individuals. For us, it is life or death."