It was one of the most traumatic part of her childhood before the problem called “life” came barging in the party.
“He’s name was Damian, a hopeless man and always smell alcohol. He was known as a child molester, never thought why his family left him. A bully and a rebel to his parents making his life even get harder for him.
I really never thought human can be so stupid sometimes.” He smile at me.
“Why are you saying this to me?”
“Because, you are stupid too. Dying is not a choice dear, I’m the one who will end a story, save the last page from burning, choose if you are going to live or not.”
“But I know you’re not stupid enough to choose again,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “do you know why the hell did Damian become so evil?”
“No… why?” I ask.
“Well, because he’s stupid.”
Author's Note
Can someone please tell me if I should write this thing or not.
