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I gaze deeply into the green path ahead of me.

There's calm and serenity in these hills, so I usually retreat here when I'm mad.

I did it again.
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"Yo, good day huh?"

"...Yes."

I don't want anyone around now. Leave.

"That's really all you're gonna say?"

I think I'll stay quiet, yes.

"You know, a kid like you shouldn't stay by himself so far away from the village. Could be dangerous."

I know that. But it makes no difference to me.

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"...You're really being a brat, you know that?"

They've told me so before.

Coming here is a way for me to ignore the things around me, so leave already.

I never ask anything from anyone, other than what I need. And right now I need peace to cool my blood.

But instead of getting what I want I always get screwed over. Just like now.

Because the stranger who so kindly decided to keep me company pulled a shiny, metal item.

"Leave already."

I won't tell you again.

"They were serious about you being some evil brat huh?"

And so he steps forward, twisting the knife in his hand.

Won't even bother to look at him. He doesn't deserve it.

"I heard how you hurt some kids..."

But it's not true. They jumped me. What fault do I have if I ended up hurting them?

"They all are being treated by a doctor now. You made quite the number on those poor souls."

Those poor souls? They mock and beat me everyday.

But that's just how it is. When you mess with people standing higher in this society, you are gonna be the criminal no matter if they are holding the blood stained weapon.

And now you dare to come here and face me, like I've done something bad.

"You're still a young one though, so I ain't gonna kill you... I'm just gonna hurt ya a little bit, make them happy."

Ah, so they sent you then. And you say you won't kill me, out of politeness?

That's okay. I have no problem with this.

Because I am not nice like you.

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In this society you are judged by where you come from, instead of... Anything else.

If you come from a noble, well blessed family you are to live life as such, and only trouble yourself with how to make even more than you already have.

But when you're a commoner who has no value, then you're just in the background. You struggle, and live the best you can to your ability to hard work.

I wish I was, at least the second one.

Because I've been born into the worst possible outcome this world has to offer.

My mother... Was selling her love and beauty in order to survive...

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