Knife

13 - Destruction

The next week, I teleported myself over to Great Britain, to their Parliament and Prime Minister. I negotiated with them as well, promising homes and land and food to everyone if they would keep everyone away from war.

Because that's what you wanted, right, Harmony?

That's what you wanted, right, Winston?

But the whispers of Khale and Winston stopped me.

What are you doing?

No war?

That's not what we asked for. We want complete happiness.

No war is simple enough. We could have figured it out. No, what we want is pure happiness.

You understand, Queen Lexi? they say, mocking me. Do you understand what we want now? We don't just want no war. Your deal is not a deal. It's not good enough for us. We want absolute happiness.

I could feel their real words hidden beneath their superficial cover: You're not good enough for us. First you kill us, then swear to achieve our dreams and then promise fake, worthless promises.

How did you ever think you were good enough to exist?

I had made a grave mistake. I headed right back over to the Prime Minister's office, but what I wanted was something he could not give me. Before he could even ask me what I was doing in his office again, I backed out. Backed out all the way back to my home, to my bed under the covers so I could hide my face in embarrassment. My cheeks and ears bright red, I grasped the comforter in my hands like it could absorb the embarrassment I had.

I'm so sorry, Aaron. So sorry, Khale. I can't say how sorry I am. If I just wanted world peace, couldn't I have just wished for it? Wouldn't that have been simple enough?

So I wished for everyone in the world to be peaceful, to be happy with their lives, and I sat back and pretended that everything was all right in the world.

***

So apparently, my own wishes don't apply to me. So out of everyone in the world, I was the only unhappy one. Because I realized that my wishes didn't allow me to force myself into a world where everything was perfect.

And that's when I realized what it really was.

A gift of manipulation.

And how dearly I hated myself for it. For the life I've lived so far, manipulating to my will which differed each day from my mood, how people suffered for things that were far from their fault.

All because of me. Me and my horrible, horrible control over my own emotions.

I didn't deserve this gift. I didn't deserve to live. I didn't deserve to be able to control other people, people that had only ever wished the best for me. And I had never considered myself a religious person, but now I turned to God, striking Him out for how poorly he had designed this world.

Because really, how dare He give this power to someone as corrupted as me? How dare He call Himself just when he created such terror and sadness in the form of me? And how dare that higher power create this world, if He had done this purposely, He create a world of only suffering.

And I will call You out for it every single time. If you ever try to create this type of world again, I swear that I will destroy it all over again.

Right then and there, I wished for the destruction of the world. No more me, no more anyone. Well, since it didn't affect me, I picked up the dagger.

Goodbye, world.

//* Okay so this is the end, but I'm doing a rewrite of this since it wasn't very good. Hope you enjoyed this! :)