In My Hands, Know Suffering

1: A Breath of Death

Why are the dead buried six feet under?

Life was never fair the minute unfortunate souls were born. A single sign won't suffice to give a clueless mind what it sought to answer. A drifting wanderer, once gone, will never glance a second time around. Through endless lifetimes, there are a few chosen to be the gifted ones. Gifts that perhaps even the almighty creator never listed because these children defied the natural order and norms.

On a normal day, there was definitely nothing special about it in the school he was in. You can see all sort of people going in and about, doing their own business, playing games, crafting home works, stealing identities, and random bullying. This was senior high where most immature minds still lingered with cliques that separated the decent peers in mainstream society. But one particular soul amidst the pool of youth wasn't very happy.

"We can work in pairs but someone has to work alone at this part. Signo, do you mind doing that? You have the resources needed for it, or we'll fail."

Was that a fucking threat? Look at that, when they need you or needed something from you, that's the only time they'll remember that you actually existed. What an asshole. The others agreed too, which left Castellone with no other choice.

He reviewed the part assigned to him. Of course, they'd left behind the difficult part. He simply agreed. He wanted to protest but wouldn't want their impressions of him to change. No one wanted their impressions on other people to change unless they're either really close enough to know each other or they wanted to get rid of that person.

He can't understand people like the guy who spoke. What drove them to act superior just because they were assigned team leaders? Was the label something to behold for the nobody to cower down and agree to everything the title held? The guy must be delirious of it. Worst, his parents must have taught him otherwise on the morals of the world. If so, he was at a loss.

Bayoe looked ugly in his pale skin and dark hair, a face filled with freckles and teeth lined with braces. The only thing missing was a crown that would probably herald him as the said team leader.

They heard the bells ring after. Everyone's sigh of relief concluded another day at school. Packing his things, Castellone went out and saw one of his friends staring down his phone along the lobby, smiling like an idiot. Probably the girl he had a crush on. Yeah, everyone had someone they were pinning on these days. Blazing hormones.

And yes, it was the girl he had a crush on when he suddenly bumped into her by accident. She was also staring down her phone. Now they were having a lovely chat near the restrooms when he finally spotted Castellone.

Blaze waved, and Castellone nodded back signaling that he'd be waiting outside allowing Blaze to say as much as he liked to the girl he adored. It was just him and the noise of the others raining out the building. Castellone pictured every face that marched outside. He didn't know majority of them, he just liked to observe individual lurkers walking at the face of this pathetic society. Some smiled, some giggled, some talked, and some were being rude.

Pssh. They were going to die anyway, so what does it matter whether they go to school or not? He was being bleak, he knew that. Hey, it's just me and my thoughts. Don't like it? Get lost.

To each his own. Everyone had something to take care of, and that was one thing he probably wouldn't understand. He was apathetic, agreeing to whatever there was to agree with without relaying his thoughts. There wasn't a thing in the world that would bring about his sympathy for anything. He hoped that heaven could offer more than this. Ah, well, such is life.

Blaze patted Castellone's back, a silly smile was plastered on his face. "Let's go."

Castellone knew that face. It was always Blaze's face after talking to Lyté. "What about the others?"