I am the bad guy

(Before we begin I'd like to say thank you for reading this I will update it constantly. My grammar may be off somewhat, but I ask if you to please ignore it and read on. I'm taking classes for my grammar. Thank you enjoy.)

"Where am I?" I mutter. A green field appears in front of me seeming to go on forever. I have no goal but to walk on this field. This isn't grass I'm talking about but literally just a green field of some sort of plant. I can't figure out why I'm walking. "What the hell" I say a gray circle appears ahead that's when I stop.I want to move but I can't. "Go away! Go away!" I scream at the circle. No matter how much I scream the circle is still there. That's when I get stabbed.

"Boom" the alarm clock roars. I jolt out of bed. These nightmares...they never seem to end.... In the pale light of the apartment, I start to sweat over more and more. This nightmare was the worst. I've had this one on and off for days. Dreams, all these dreams damn it. My worst fear is if my dreams will come true. It's a ridiculous fear but I always get this scared. "Oh well" slowly moving from my bed, I know that it's time to get ready.

The shower always helps me the warm water touching my back and especially the steam from the shower always looks nice I love it. Probably the only thing humans have done right. I know when I say that I hate humanity and that it should disappear but I don't have any power to do something like that. If I did...that'd be the end of planet earth. Next after the shower I put on my clothes nothing to serious but some light blue jeans and a black T-shirt. "Sigh". Another shit day at the lab I'm just an intern trying to make some good progress on my essay for a job when I graduate. I've always wanted to be a biologist. Something about that job makes me smile. Perhaps because it involves animals and plants and not people.

I don't have a car thinking it's not necessary when I can always take the city buss plus I can always hear people's troubles on the bus there are tons of them, and attempt to make it worse. Alcoholic? Here have some beer on me. Suicidal? Well no one would care about you if you died. Those are just examples of how I prefer to ruin people's life's. Something is not right once I get on the bus there is no one there and especially the bus looks different from the one I get on. I'm not comfortable with this. I turn to get off deciding I'll just call a taxi until a man shows up. He looks peculiar he's wearing a coat that reaches all the way to the floor and a fedora. His complexion says he may be around 50 or older. He grabs my shoulder "hey buddy! C'mon we're going to be late for work get on!" He says. I do not know this man, trying to get through he pulls me into a tight hug that's almost not making me breathe. "Now listen here you shit. You're getting on this bus if you don't agree I'll shoot you right here." I stepped back cautious of what this man had just told me. "Who...are you." I said to him. "You know me buddy! C'mon enough games lets go!" I had no choice but to sit and see what this man wanted.

Sitting on that bus was exciting.My head down. I trembled smiling I wanted to break this man's spirit. He ordered me something to do against my will I was going to break him. "Hey buddy" looking up I saw him giving me a cocky look. "So you want to break me do you bud?" Anger immediately filled me he knows what I wanted to do. "Yeah I want to break you" I said. "Good" that was the rest of our conversation. I was mad but also afraid what if I couldn't break him? The anxiety of it all.

This reminds me of my childhood. As a kid my dad was a drunk who tried to hurt me not physically but emotionally. I don't know who my mom was but it didn't matter. All that mattered to her was to fuck him and have him pay her hospital bills to have me than she just left him. That's what dad always told me. My father taught me rage taught me things that would forever changed me. Rage was all I felt when I heard his name that bastard. I spent elementary and middle school being weak afraid of the bullies and my father. That was until my high school year.

"You done daydreaming buddy?" I looked up startled by what he said. "We're here buddy." The driver came back to where we were he looked intimidating he looked at least 6 feet. He had what appeared to be an M16 and a completely black suit covering his body he wore a mask with two bright red eyes and a slit where the mouth would be. "C'mon bud lets go!" I had no idea what would happen but little did I know it would it change my life forever.