Piece

Listener

I didn't see much from yesterday, barely slept. I did see the child again, as I woke up he was standing on top of me, or was he just sitting there? My mind plays tricks on me, I'm ready to wake up still. As I lay off the bed, still wearing my black jacket, and fully clothed. Usually I take them off, I don't want to shower now since I do not sweat at all.

Once I do sweat I must shower, I go to my bathroom, and wash my face. If I meet anyone on public I also shower but this time that is not going to happen.

I read online post, (3 teenagers killed near theater, nowhere is safe anymore.)

I grin saying, yes. That is true.

Walking off my apartment to take my daily meal but not the same place, this time I wanna travel more away from the center of city plaza, bc as you could guess. It is filled with cops. The real reason is, that I don't wanna go there not right now anymore .. bc evil people must be scattered across the globe. I'm going to find them each and silence them for good.

If not for me for us all.

Walking away from my apartment, I go fetch a meal. Just something that keeps me full and awake for awhile, nothing too crazy as I said before, I'm not a food guy.

I check the sidewalk and reach my desired place, placing my order. I hear people behind me say, "Did you hear another homicide?" "This time 3 teens at the same time!?" Another says, "Yeah but I heard they were loud outside all the time bad mouthing the films, they watched." "I guess it finally got up to them."

I smirk a little, noticing these people are not so dumb after all. I greet the cashier, telling her I want my order. He happily accepts it and gets on with it, taking my seat nearby table. I go away from most people sit alone in the corner, of tables .. to look outside. Has it started raining again? Cars rode by, nothing has changed at all. Still the same society we all "belong" to.

Or so I thought .. oh how wrong I was.

I finish my meal not doing much there, checking some people who come and go avoid, any eye contact. To keep a low profile, I'm not into public much, but it is a nice change of pace especially bc my life as of now .. has gone to hell.

It has always been this way, but now? Well it's all over the floor‐way.

I get away taking the rest what's left, which is just a plastic plate. And get rid of the trash and walk away. They look at me thanking me and pleas come again, I smile at them a little and walk away.

I have always looked up to people who have a job, maybe I could have had that too? If my life wasn't so wrong.

I walk outside, and see teenager nearby. Listening to music..

Idk what they are listening to pop, rock? Music I just have no idea..

He has his headphone out, and phone playing..

Few of his friends sit, and hang out next to him. I reach to him infuriated as he talks badly about musicians, like as he says.. "This guy is so bad at singing, haha he looks like such a clown!" "And look this girl" .. what a fake bitch!" "Should stop making music .." and then he says, "Man this music sucks." I turn towards him and hit him in the head, and say to him with his friends with him, .. "Fuck you, how dare you insult them. I hit him 78 times, in his face. All four of his friends run away. My fist with my black gloves, is full of blood. I look at the dude's small teenagers smashed up face. And his headphones still intact, and I run away. The four kids have no screamed or yelled at anyone to help them yet, why? Did they know that bitch was abusive unfunny asshole? I turn to my left and lay on the wall, and take a breather .. fuck. This was too much .. god damn clown.

I didn't see what he was listening to, but I did spot with my naked eye .. that he was scrolling through the songs on his playlist?..

Doesn't matter he is dead, got his face smashed in. By me the one who he could have never see it coming.

Walking away taking my glove off, putting it to my pocket other way around. And walk off..

A girl who listens to a pop song looks at me and smiles.. I look at her a little and walk away, off the sight people pass by nothing goes wrong.

Did they see my face? They run off so fast, it's almost as if they wanted to let him die. Weird, I sprint to my apartment and get inside, get rid of the bloody glove, and get a new one. I have 10 pairs for extra, bc of this.

I always hated how people insult artists, who work so hard for their music, yes there are bad actors, but mainstream and most music, is special a talented individuals and gifted men and women, do matter. Just like with movies, fucking bastard.

I stood by not moving an inch, as I look up.

Laying on bed after .. and close my eyes.

One less evil fucker down, haha I smile a little and close my eyes.