Voices in My Head

Chapter 17: Memories

"Bubbles. Bunnies. Life is honey~" She sang as she swung her legs, pushing herself higher on the swing.

She saw the points and gawks. But who cares what they think? She liked the pink, bunny decorated, fuzzy sweater she was wearing.

"Chocolate spice. Sweets make everything nice~"

He ran like crazy. The demons were running after him.

He cursed the world, blamed the world for the injustice he was dealt. But does he do a thing to change his fate?

No.

He just runs away from his problems. Runs away to somewhere new until he encounters a new problem and then he runs again.

A hypocrite is what he is.

And you know what?

He's perfectly fine with that.

Because heroes are the only one who can change the world, who can put that smile on and lend a helping hand, who can still rise up after being beaten down.

He's not a hero.

He's a monster who can only run away from his problems, who can only whine and complain about what life throws at him, who can only stay down after being defeated every single time.

He tapped his fingers on the table, watching the computer screen.

He played with a couple of dice with his left hand as he rested his head on his right, eyes still on the screen.

A screen popped up and he smirk, already knowing what the outcome was now. He placed his bets and just waited for his winnings to appear.

It was not being arrogant or cocky. He already predicted the outcome, already saw his win.

After all, humans are doomed to repeat the past. When feeling the fear of defeat, they always revert to their old ways even if their old ways are not the correct solution in this case.

A screen popped up saying he won.

Humans are creatures of habit, creatures of letting their emotions have the best of them.

It's a good thing he lets his decisions be ruled by logic. That's his winning strategy at betting games and at life.

As she stared at his broken, shattered eyes, a mad smile plastered on his face, she could see he had reached the point of no return.

"Can you see how insane I became?" He told her. A hollow laugh following afterward.

She said nothing, just watched this boy crumble to pieces in front of her.

"You are the only thing keeping me sane. So please don't leave me." The broken voice of a madman.

She was the only person he shows weakness in front of.

She still kept quiet. Just raised the gun in her hand higher, aimed at him.

He smiled, a genuine smile on his face. "Kill me if you want. I don't mind dying if it's by your hands."

She rested her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

But they both knew it was futile.

She couldn't kill him no matter how much she wanted to.

The deafening music and bright party lights would've given anyone a headache.