There are no inherently bad people. Everyone believes that myself included. I don't doubt the existence of virtue. And yet people bare their fangs when it seems they can profit. People will rationalize their own behavior whenever they become tainted with evil; they're not supposed to be evil. In order to preserve their own twisted integrity, the world becomes twisted. Someone you praised as "cool" until yesterday is "stuck up" today; someone you respected as "smart and knowledgeable" is now scorned as someone who "looks down on bad students", and "energetic vigor" becomes "annoying and overly carried away and because of this Youth is a lie. It is nothing but evil. Those of you, who rejoice in youth, are perpetually deceiving yourselves and those around you. You perceive everything about the reality surrounding you in a positive light. Even if you make a life-threatening mistake, it would still be seen as proof of your youth- etched into a single page of your recollections. I'll give you an example. If such people are to dabble in criminal acts such as shoplifting or mass rioting, it would be called 'youthful indiscretion'. If they fail an exam, they would claim that school is not only a place for studying. So long as they are in the face of 'youth', they'll be showcasing a distortion of any commonly held beliefs or social norms. Under their discretion, lies, secrets, crimes and even failure are nothing but the spice of one's youth. And in their corrupt ways, they discover something peculiar about failure.They conclude that while their own failures are generally a part of relishing in youth, others' failures should be shot down as just failures and nothing more. If failure could be seen as proof of one's youth, wouldn't it be strange not to consider those who fail to make friends as experiencing the height of their youth?
Of course, they wouldn't acknowledge it. It amounts to nothing. The whole thing is nothing but a result of their opportunism. Therefore, it is a sham. Full of lies, deception, secrets, and fraud that ought to be condemned. They are evil. That is to say, ironic as it is, those who do not glorify their youth are the truly righteous ones.
Flickering lights peaked through the cracks, dancing as if to soothe his mind. To keep him entertained and distracted from the horrors that awaited just outside. At one point earlier in life did the dance seem so tranquil to his eyes, however the context had been contrasting to now. It's orange glow illuminated the walls, their jagged edges appearing like twirling knives in the dim swaying light. The darkness of the night, once his enemy, now kept him safe. The hiding spot, once a bane to his brother and sister, was his only refuge.
Hellish wails echoed through the darkness, their tune of pain only occasionally interrupted by the screams of the damned. He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. If he wasn't worried. The fires raged on with none to put an end to them. The monsters roamed with no hunters to keep them at bay. They were animals, savages, beasts, only attacking out of desire to destroy. 'The Living Dead' as his teacher once called them. Feeding off of the misery they caused. Their skin and fur a black darker than void, a constant reminder of the lightless unknown.
The board separating him from the darkness creaked. He inhaled sharply, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle his cries of desperation. Had They found him? Had his plan of survival failed him at just the start? Was it his fear that gave him away? The ground shook lightly with every step, however none of them were his. The sounds of dragging made themselves known to his ears before it was followed by a horrific crunch and the tearing of flesh. Splattering liquids impacted all that was nearby as a lone oblong shaped object flew through the sky before slamming against the ground with a disturbing thump. The liquid made contact with his skin, miraculously finding its way through the cracks.
The object rolled and bounced unnaturally prior to hitting the wooden panel with a bang. He didn't move an inch. Hesitation combined with shock paralyzed his body as a crimson eye locked with another. Its dull faded color reminded him of a doll, like the ones his sister would play with. Emotionless, empty, dead.
