"Everyone hates me. Hello, My name is Bill and
for all my life I have been treated like shit by others. My classmates think I'm boring or that I'm some sort of alien, I can see them clearly making plans right in front of me without inviting me; and it's not like we're not friends either, we talk regularly like friends, it's just that I'm not good enough for them sometimes."
"It's not like I'm ugly or anything, I'm decently tall with blonde, long hair and I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not the most attractive guy either."
"My friends constantly make fun of me for anything I do, my mere existence is a joke, anything I say must be stupid and I'm stupid and I'm dumb, therefore I am not good enough."
"My parents kind of love me, oddly enough; but they treat me like a little baby: they don't let me drive because they think I will crash the car, they don't let me cook because they think I will burn they house, me, at my 20 years of age. Obviously, I am not good enough."
"But you know what I am good enough for? Just you wait, I will tell you in a bit, I will tell you how I changed my life, how I took respect into my own fucking hands."
"So who was my target? Surely someone who deserved it right? Well, the man himself did nothing wrong other than exist. He is well beloved by everyone in our street. Everyone loves the old man, they wave at him with enthusiasm and know his stories by heart."
"My idea is not to kill the man but to kill the idea, hopefully people will get a surge of hatred from this heinous act. But I mean, the man was basically dead in a like 6 months anyways, I pretty much did him a favor."
"So what did I do?"
"One lonely night I stabbed the man sitting outside the house and ran as fast as I could."
"I never thought stabbing someone would be hard, but it actually requieres a certain dexterity and strength to do."
"Actually now that I'm alone in my bed I started feeling my tummy ache. Maybe I shouldn't have done that holy shit; but I'll have enough time to thinn about it tomorrow, I'm super tired today and I still feel good about it, maybe I'll kill myself tomorrow in regret, but whatever."
Biller Maxwell is this young adult that killed an old man, he is deeply troubled by his mind and decided to act on his hatred. Whatever empathy others could have had for him died with the man he killed, he has stepped to far into the outside.
Finally morning arrived.
Bill was woken up by a weird noise but decided to ignore it.
Then a loud knock on the door startled Bill; he got up from his bed in sweat.
"What if it's the police... What if the police knows what I did and are here to arrest me? Well, I surely hope not..." Bill took q deep breath.
"Fuck it, I'm answering the door before my mom does."
On the other side of the door was a teenager taller and older than Bill.
"Hey, are you Biller?"
"What the fuck? Creepy, surely this has nothing to do with my crime and it's just a misunderstanding"
"Yes, I'm Biller; what do you need?"
"Can we talk outside."
The dude said with a sharp deep voice.
Bill closed the door behind him, "What do you need man?"
Follow me here to the side; the man guided Bill to the alley between Bill's house and another so they could have some privacy.
"Listen here Bill, and listen carefully before you say anything. I know who you are because I know what you did."
Bill wanted to scream and he felt as though his head was about to explode, but Bill stayed silent, the man continued to talk, "I saw you the other day shoot that old man. First of all, not cool man, you knew how important he was to a lot of people you can't just decide to take away someone like that."
