The Tragedy of Evil

one Monday morning

Be honest to yourselves guys -- have you ever not liked someone? It's not like that's a crime, no one would arrest you for that. And just because you don't like someone you would never be accused of murder ... even though maybe you've played a part in their death. A part that you can hide but never actually deny.

Like, I've been part of that too. Maybe I didn't want it, but I didn't stop it, either. I never stepped in, never stopped someone from picking at that girl. I disapproved, of course, but I never said anything. And maybe, that was your fault too. Because I was too scared that when I was on the side of a loser, I'd be on the bad list too.

You shouldn't have picked at her in the first place. At anyone, to elaborate that. But of course, back then, it was too late.

Maybe I should explain that to you? Maybe you've already banished this memory from your minds and you need a reminder.

I'll tell you, happy to remind you. But with bitter thoughts.

Let's go back a few months. Two months and three weeks, to be exact, and before you say anything - yes. This day is mesmerized into my mind, never letting me go and never giving me the chance to get some good night's sleep. Maybe you should feel the same too, but hey, I'm not that girl you practically condemned to die, so it's not on me to say anything, is it?

Luke slowly started to adjust to his new surrounding. In fact, he even thought he liked it at his new school. People were just as exhausting and challenging as they had been at his old school, but at least here they actually saw him. Sometimes people would even nod at him when they passed him on the floors.

He was surprised that people actually acknowledged him, considering his past experience with other teens. Maybe he'd actually made an impression on the right people. Little did he know, that was partly even true.

To be correct, most people ignored him. The others would have ignored him too, if it weren't for that one boy. The boy who told them to step back, to protect the new one and to give him everything he needed.

And so it came to happen that the people greeting Luke in the hallways were all members of that one gang that seemed to rule a third of the school. They were always easy to recognize with their leather jackets with the spider emblem and the wild look on their faces, their impulsive behaviour that seemed to startle most of the people. Luke on the other hand, he was fascinated.

The way these people acted, how they always seemed to know what they wanted, took him into their clutches, dragging him deep into the abyss of that group.

But it was a beautiful abyss. One that hypnotized Luke everytime he saw it. And in the middle of the abyss, there was always someone waiting for him -- a boy with fair hair and eyes like fluid starlight.

To be honest, Luke had been surprised when he'd come back to school the next day and found Alexander waiting for him in the great hall, while the others of his group just shot him amused smiles and trailed away, getting to the next classroom.

"So ...," Alexander had said and looked at Luke like he needed to check if he was okay. "Looks like you're gonna be stuck with me for a while now, Cassil. We're lab partners in Biology."

Luke didn't ask how Alexander had figured out his last name. He wasn't even surprised by that fact or that they -- just by incidence -- sat at the same table or that they were lab partners. Observing it more closely, Alexander seemed to have quite the influence in school -- not just on students but teachers as well. Some people even seemed to be ... afraid of him.

Of course, Luke didn't quite see it. Or if he did, he ignored it subconciously. He didn't want this perfect, beautiful creature to be anything else but the one he saw in him.