Carnage is Starving

One Bad Day

I hate my life. 

I hate nearly all the people around me. I hate the cruelty that lies in people's hearts. I hate the world around me. I hate quite literally everything. My life is just one giant dumpster fire of a mess. The people that were supposed to love me abused me, the people I wanted to be with shunned me and I didn't even want myself at this point. Oh well... At least one good thing is coming from today. 

*STAB*

A sharp pain pierces my gut, but I don't scream. Instead, I just smile. A pair of ominous crimson and black eyes pierce my own. The life in me begins to fade away. As I slowly perish, my life quite literally flashes before my eyes. 

Images of my younger days appear in my mind for a split second before vanishing, only to be replaced by more painful memories. With each image of my past that flashes in my head, the more at ease I feel, knowing I'd finally be free of these hauntings. My family... My whore of a girlfriend... All of them finally gone, or rather, I'm finally free from them all. 

My mind flashes back to earlier this morning. 

I woke up to the familiar sensation of a knife digging into my ribs. I'd gotten used to it by now. It felt like a cat scratching me by this point, except it was just one claw and sharper. I open my eyes to see my drunk father. He reeked of alcohol and nicotine. Bastard drank himself half to death 24/7. 

When he saw me awake, he began to dig the knife just a tiny bit deeper, stabbing me just a tiny bit. I stay still, unflinching. If I moved an inch, he'd dig the knife even deeper. So... I let him do this for another couple minutes before he passed out. I pushed myself up to my feet and wrapped some bandages around my ribs. I always kept a few wraps hidden behind my walls. 

Changing into a new set of clothes, I walked downstairs to see my mother lying on a sofa with a blunt rolled up. I roll my eyes and walk out the front of the house, making my way to school. The journey is bland, at least for me. I don't have any friends and it's a short walk to the school. 

Upon entering my classroom, I see my desk coated with black marker, messages telling me the same old crap. "Kill yourself", "Waste of life", "Loner", "Creep" and more. There was once a time where those messages would actually effect me, but I just can't afford to care anymore at this point. I take my seat and get on with the lesson. 

The rest of the school day went by pretty fast. It was just an endless cycle of abuse for me. Teachers did jack shit for me so I had little to no protection from the bullies. Though, at the time I thought my suffering was worth it since I had a girlfriend. Her name was... Well, her name isn't important. So let's just call her whore. A fitting name considering I found her being dicked down by five people. 

When I found her, I wasn't even mad at her. I was furious at myself. For lowering my guard and for letting someone else into my life. 

When I returned home, I decided to push through the whole fear of death I had. I didn't care if there was an afterlife or not. Anything would be better than this cycle I found myself trapped in. When night fell, I returned to the school. 

Sneaking into the school wasn't a problem. The gates were easy to climb and the stairs were left unlocked. Lucky me for once... I made my way up to the roof and looked out at the city of Tokyo. Lights illuminated the main city, but everything close to me was all dark. Perfectly fitting for me, I suppose. Everyone else enjoyed their lives in the light while I was left behind to suffer in the dark. 

I take in the sight for some time before mustering the strength to lift my foot up. Right when I was about to take my step forward, I was pulled back onto the roof. I shake my head and turn to the figure, quickly discovering it was the cheater herself. On her face were white stains, but... I had also noticed a bit of red.