Watching as more and more of my close friends become his followers. The sight of him smiling sickens me now. Everything about him makes me want to kill him. The way he smiles, the way he talks, the way he laughs, his jokes, and so on. How am I the only one to realize what he's doing. He passes by me as if I were invisible, but when we're some how alone the secrets only he and I know are kept and he talks as if he had just defeated me in something. The way he thinks that he is so much wiser and better because he is older and has more people on his side. I even said the whole world can go against me, but that still doesn't mean I'm wrong.
He hugs all the girls as he heads home.
Why are you always where I am? Are you still into me?
You wish.
What do you want!?
Fight me.
I'm not fighting a girl.
You scared? Piece of shit.
Don't get me mad I will.
Will what? Tell your followers to hit be verbally with shitty words trying to offend me?
The back of an ally way is where I lead him. I face him and stance up. Both of us ready to swing. I let him swing first. Backing up so he won't touch me. Then I get the moment to hit him unconscious. Dragging the body..
. . . .
Dark room. No windows, no furniture, the whole room is pitch black, it's all metal, steel door, a metal chair and metal table. The unconscious body tied to the chair. I bring in one single candle light and a tool box. Placing the toolbox on the table along with the candle. The body wakes up.
uUh?
How many fingers am I holding up?
. . . Uh , two..
Wrong answer the answer is two.
w-what.
Exactly. you know how many people have done that to me because I wear glasses?
where am I ...?
And one of those people was you. You did that so many times it got so annoying.
Let go of me! I'll scream!
Don't bother this room is sound proof as well as bulletproof.
What do you want from me?
I told you. Now answer me this ..
Why should I answer anything you say?
Because.. you see this wrench. You have 20 chances to answer correctly. If you don't one of your toes or fingers get pulled off ok? Ok.
you're crazy.
Yeah. Ok. Now. Do you know how many girls you've hurt?
. . .
Do you? Do you know how many you've left crying by herself only for me to pick them up and comfort them. Only for me to fix your problems. To clean the mess you made. You repair the people I loved because you broke them?
