It is Monday. The school started with the warm breeze of the sun and refreshing cool air. Everyone is excited as they anticipated this, especially the newly enrolled students: the freshmen. The very first day that the campus opened the gates after it was shut down for a year—everyone was forced to leave the school a year ago. According to rumours, it was forced to close down because the head of the said school went bankrupt. Well, most rumours are wrong and ill-tied, only a few knew why that happened. Despite that, students are now welcomed with open arms as if nothing happened before.
They were all chuffed when they finally saw their friends after a long depressing year of being apart. Some anticipated making new friends, clubs they can join, learn something new from subjects they love, and most of them aspired to meet the new batch of teachers, which ranked to the top during the board exam—building the most obvious castle for hierarchy.
Except for her.
Some of her friends questioned her morals—even if she hadn't voiced out her hate for humans around her, it was too obvious, from her actions to her words, no one questioned her “why”, all they ask is “how”, how can she be like that, how can she stomach every word she says, how can she spout nonsense like, “the world is about to end anyway.”
Weird but, a few had been admiring her for being truly herself, for being blatant and straightforward. While those who hate her gut, call her insensitive, callous, and most of all, inhuman. But for all she cared—No one ever dared to threaten her after knowing her nature. After one time her life was at risk, she didn't even flinch; She did not give a fuck, letting the danger unfold before her eyes.
And that her is me.
Yes, I'm describing myself.
After living in this money-hungry society, where everyone is a hypocrite; I have witnessed how people—all humans I've encountered to be precise, were vulnerable to the only thing that makes them them; The thing that makes them human, which is their emotion.
“Humans are vessel of emotions.” And for all I know, emotions are stupid—more like, it makes them stupid and irrational; If humans are all about emotions, then, humans are stupid. They had long proven it to themselves that even if it makes them stupid—they had embraced it with no question.
I thought for so long that I was different; For years, I thought I was odd, an entity that differed completely, away from my peers and the rest. I was hated and misunderstood. All the people I've encountered were too shallow to understand how my brain works. Well, I did the same that's why I was stuck in the dilemma of being infamous. If they didn't bother thinking twice, why would I do the same? Who are they for me to give even a little effort?
And from that moment, as young as I were, hate sparked in me, “how can they accept and embrace their stupidity?” It surprised me from that moment, I thought, feeling nothing at all has been my nature ever since. I was very much surprised that I was capable of hate—the only emotion that made me realise I'm like them. I'm still a human. Yet, of course—I'm completely aware, that my resolve will not falter as long as I hold tight to my only philosophy about human nature.
Emotion makes us stupid, and there, I started to decline every inch of it—to the point that I felt nothing but a hollow emptiness.
Leaving me with nothing.
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Unnamed Club
Mystery / Thriller「Join the Unnamed Club as they explore the world they are not warned of. The mysteries, the unexplained tragedies, and the betrayals.」 「Take advantage of them before they take advantage of you.」 「Explore thy world and one shall know the truth.」
