Soulmates

Soulmates Prologue : Soul-HATE

Soulmates

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Soulmates:

By Rick Relgia

Disclaimer

Characters aren't real, they are fiction. So any relevance to anybody is not intentional, and even if there was relevance, you'd just have to deal with it. The story you're about to read is one within a short-story series, basically saying that this is just a throwaway idea, once it's done, it's done, there will not be a sequel so enjoy this while you can. Standard blood and injuries stuff, if that makes you uncomfortable, then just don't read this story. Also, obsessive cursing, like... a lot of cursing, hopefully that doesn't offend you. And that's about it, short, abrupt, and a little bit rude, sort of like our character of the evening.

In dedication

To YOU

Because you're a person worth dedicating to.

Hope you enjoy

Prologue : Soul-HATE

Jesus Christ, where do I even begin? My name is Dallas King, however you will only address me by my first name, you are by no means allowed to say my last name. And I'd say I'm a pretty fair guy. I'm roughly eighteen years old, which means jack crap in terms of responsibilities, and I'm still living with my mom believe it or not. But don't you fucking dare even for a second think that this means I'm a quote on quote 'Mommy's boy' the only reason why I'm still living with her is because I'm still in the hell that we call school. Not that it matters though, it's almost like I have the house to myself most of the time anyway. My mom hardly ever comes home, and only does when she's forced to. Fifty hours a week and is only home to sleep when she can't get away with sleeping at her workplace, needless to say, she's a restless workaholic and has been for the majority of my life. Though to be honest, I'm thankful for it, I'd rather be by myself than have some nagging bitch preach to me twenty-four seven.

A lot of people say I have an attitude, to which I say FUCK YOU. The only attitude I have is the correct one. Anyone who thinks that my attitude is 'mean spirited' or 'sadistic' are only trying to find validation in things other than themselves, so they can ignore their pathetic sad lives. And even if at times I can seem to be a bit 'quirky', that's just who I fucking am, and you can fucking deal with it, or I can put a boot to your skull. So with that being said, don't fuck with me.

I have blonde hair, white skin, slight tan, and amber orange eyes. I'm wearing a white sleeveless shirt, revealing my slightly muscular arms, and a pair of black cargo shorts that have been worn beyond all hell. Essentially, I'm just wearing clothes that don't restrict my movement. I don't care if it makes me look threatening or goes against the school's dress code, it's comfortable and if the school dares try to do anything about my clothes, they'd wish that they'd expelled me back in middle school.

I don't have any friends, and I'm fucking glad about that. I don't need other people to 'make me feel better about myself' or to 'have a social life.' Friends keep you down, they force you to accept certain norms or traditions that you may be completely against, 'but they're your friends, so you have to be accepting of them' FUCK, THAT. My only social life is between me and me, no one else in this cruel Godforsaken world matters. And before you make any Goddamn assumptions, no I am not depressed or going through a phase, my eyes have simply been opened to the cruel-hearted nature that is this world. You try to be nice, and people will just step on you, abuse you, and then throw you away like you never mattered in the first place, so fuck that. I don't need anyone else in my Goddamn life, and nothing will change that, so best you just fuck off.