Piece

Reckoning

The day sets its new dawn, I did not see the boy anymore in my dreams.. Instead, all I saw was dead birds .. they were laying on the ground. And I tried to go help them, but as I touched one of them, they were already dead.

Fastforward it suddenly someone grabs my hand from the sky in front of me, and I don't see their face, at that moment I hear someone yelling my name, "Alexander! Wait!"

And I wake up..

I'm a bit sweatier than usual, I must take a shower now .. from two days ago, I went to kill more of the people, because I could not control myself any longer, knowing, that the evil people walked amongst me. And I was so right. And all of those trash bags, are now dead. The filthy cheater, and the another bastard. We are all better off without these fucking motherfuckers, but now yesterday.. I killed so much more. And so many .. too. I went on a completely insane frenzy, I was not on the right side of my mind. Now, was I? But, those people .. they were such an evil pieces of garbage. Doing drugs, is always wrong. Unless you got your very own reasons, however abusing another random guy is not okay at all. And then those fucking cheaters .. and that fucking animal abuser, seriously, fuck them both. And then .. these fucking filthy bastards, who want to ruin theirs, and other peoples lives, no really, fuck all of them. I wish I could do it all over again. Then these stupid fucking bastards, who walk around thinking that they own the nature? The nature owns you, not the other way around, you just take from it because you think you are entitled to it? No, because you need to do it. There is a big difference between enjoying to hurt others, and harm things, than needing to survive, just fuck off. Then the fucking rest of them .. that fucking bastard bully there, who the hell even was he? What an awful hoe. And now he is dead, then that fucking stupid kid .. violating those poor things .. fuck you, you dumb bitch.

After done yapping inside my head, I step inside to my shower, and I put my clothes into my washer. Few hundred bucks for it is not bad, and its really good, for what its worth. After that, I put the washing machine powder, and liquid in, like I do always, and I press the washing machine on, and after that, I walk to my shower, and I turn on my shower via the handle, and the spout, and I let the water run down by my hair, and my head. It runs on me deeply and softly, I can feel it touching my chest, and my other muscles, and my really soft body. And my really shaped strong legs. Yes, I do workout in the gym, and I have been doing that consistently ever since the past five years, and I workout inside my home three times during the four weeks, I also run outside three times during the one month. And I keep my diet really healthy, it is still really hard to make the time for my workouts. But when you got your time, do not let it go to a waste. It is all going to be worth it, in the end. Also, I don't have to shave my beard either but during the few times, during the one month. Because my hair doesn't grow around there at all, and I don't know why is that. I guess my mom has a beautiful hair, like mine, and my dad has the thick hair, like I do .. and so on..

Not sure why I think of this all right now? Is it because I'm thinking about all of my past lives .. a home that was never my real home. Friends that never were my real friends. Or a life that never felt like it was worth living for? But right now though, that all has been changed, I want to fucking kill myself.

But not until I have gotten my real and final revenge.

After showering, I turn my showerhead off. And I yank my shower cloth with me, to wrap it around my entire sweet head, and I grab my shower towel with me .. to put it around of my really sweet body.

My shower cloth is gray in color, does it matter? No. And my shower towel is black in color. I look at myself in my mirror, with no emotion at all, on my pretty ass face. I'm all wet, and I walk outside of my shower.

I have always felt self-conscius about my appearance to public. Whetever to smile or laugh, no, do both? Or cry, when you need to be sad. I have not been able to match my emotions, but when my mother left me, I did cry tears once. And when my dad had been left behind, I was so furious.