MARCID

-3-

How weird would it be if I told you that I lke watching a whiskey bottle?That honey orange shade alcohol,filled in a labeled glass bottle...

As I closed my new bedroom's door,I took my stuff out of my bag.By my stuff,I mean my coloring pencils,pens,my notebooks,brushes and paints.

Along with some clothes but they are not important.

I had memorized that Jack Daniels bottle and I took my pencil out after I opened a blank page.

The sense of calmness I get when I'm drawing is just...It is what I need.That's why I will be majoring in art.So,I can do it for a living.

I don't care a lot about money unless there is something it'll be useful for.Like getting a bike,for that,money is needed.Like getting a house,again,money is needed.

Money is needed for the groceries,necessities...But beyond that...I don't really care for money.

I care if I feel,which I just can't.

Honestly,I don't even care if Phoenix dies anymore!I can't care about his death!I have been to 10 funerals in my life.Ten funerals!

I don't think anyone will hurt me any further with their death.I'm numb.

Around 2am,I was almost half way into the drawing.I went to bed as I got tired.

≪ Sorin's POV ≫

It isn't my fault if humans are dumb.I'm not saying I'm a werewolf but...Humans are just dumb.Everybody is annoying and it isn't my fault if I want to put an end to it.

In and out of anger management camp is boring at this point.Same faces...Same annoying faces...

Their stupidity and idiocity pisses me off.When they try to say something to me to piss me off,to provoke me,I will punch them in the face.I will beat them up.

It's not like I cannot control my anger,I just don't try to control it.I know how to keep myself in check,I just don't like staying silent.

I came out of the camp all over again.Why I went back in?I beat the shit out of a guy who provoked me into beating the shit out of him.

I went to see him in the hospital,my father sent me there to apologize.

Turns out,the guy wanted to die.He knew who I was,he knew my reputation...He knew I'd do this to him and he provoked me willingly and fully aware.

I walked out of the hell hole my father put me in after two months.They always let me out due to good behavior.I know how to keep my calm.

I saw the black cars outside,waiting for me to come out of this shit show again.I walked to the main car and,without a word,they started driving.

I'm a sibylline person.It isn't an act,even I can't figure myself out.

My whole life has been planned before I was born.I broke my father's rules,I got my punishment but I,at least,didn't do anything he planned for me.

I came into his office and he was in a meeting with his right hand."Right hand,the boss,the elite team.What's the occasion?"I came in without knocking,something my father hates.

"FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME,SORIN!KNOCK ON THE FUCKING DOOR!"I became immune to his yelling,his orders...You name it.

"Knock on the door...Alright."I turned to the flung open door and knocked on it as it was wide open."How about this,father?""SORIN!I do not have time for your games!"

"Games...I think you need to stop playing games and grow up,father,not me."He sent everybody away."You cannot and will not talk to me like that in front of my men!"