Worthless

Prologue

     He has a scar on his face. A long deep scar that everybody is afraid to have. Is it his fault? Unfortunately, yes. It is his fault to have it. It was ten years ago when he wounded himself because he hated his face, he hated his body, he hated his whole being.

But this time, he hates the world that nobody should. He's deepening the scar using a broken piece of glass, not minding the thick sticky blood running down to his broad chest.

     The blood spreads all over his cheeks when he uses his hands to wipe his tears coming from his eyes. He stop and looked at the broken mirror, broken like himself.

He's numb, he can't feel the pain of what he is doing to his face, he can't feel the pain deep within his heart but he knows he's in pain, he just can't feel it. That's why he knows he is a dumbass.

     He smiled but didn't know if it was genuine or not. He sighed and he laughed like a crazy man, he's totally nuts right now. He looked down and saw his blood but he didn't do anything.

He is staring at his blood like he wants to talk to it. He dropped the broken piece of glass that he used to wound his face and immediately grabbed his cigar and lighter in the pocket of his pants. Inside the cigar, there are inserted drugs in it that will make him go crazy or high.

     He knows he's an idiot but there's nothing to do with it, he's an idiot since birth. He's like his father, a retarded idiot who's running in the election involved in politics. But people knows his father is a single man, no wife, no son, no family.

He is hidden from the public to avoid issues, to avoid scandals that may ruin his father's career because he's just a failure, his parents didn't love each other. But the thing is his parents are the real failure. He lit his cigar and threw the lighter in the toilet that made the water in it splash.

     He removed his shirt that was stained by his blood and threw wherever it was. He isn't afraid of what he is doing right now since nobody knows about him and he's filthy rich because of his father so he do everything he wants to do.

He was caught by the police  officers yesterday because of the drugs that he took from a drug dealer but he gave 10,000 bucks to them so that he'll be released and he was. He knew he wasn't helping the poor police officers, he spoiled them. He's smoking, he looks like a trash, he is a trash.

     He looked again on the mirror, he saw his younger self at his back. They're looking to each other intensively like they're going to kill each other right now.

"You're still an idiot," his younger self spoke. Uttering those words made his self laugh real hard.

"We are an idiot," he said and smirked then continued smoking like nobody cares.

"You idolize your father so much, mate." This sentence of his younger self made himself laugh again, he's a real shit.

"No. Of course not, mate," he said and made his face blank, no emotions, no pain.

"But you did." He looked at his younger self, he was innocent back then, he was.

"I did. A hero that has no powers, he's the batman. But like batman, he disappears together with the wind." Yes, he still remember every moment in his life because it is a real precious shit carved in his heart and mind.

"I like this scar." He knows he loves hurting himself because he hates himself. The deep long scar on his face is nothing to compare to what he has in his heart. He's in a deep shit for how many years.

"Why are you here?" asking this question to his younger self makes him a professional idiot.

"You, dumbass," his younger self said to him and disappeared.

"I am. I know."