Yet the child does not understand. I stare at the dumb creature and laugh to myself. How do they even stay alive. I am doing the world a favor. A service. The world doesn't need these dumb useless creatures they call children. They should thank me. Killing them is the leaste I could do. Their life is quite sad. Very sad. I pitty the humans. But not enough. Once the children are all gone, then i can rest. I can kill the parents and they will all be dead. All of that stinking race. I laugh to myself again. Humanity. To think that they ever could have once survived.
Then I look down at myself and I realize. I see. I am one of them. I am human. I am ashamed. Life....it is not worth it. I stare down at myself and my vision blurs. I feel something hot and wet down my arm. I see blood, but i feel no pain. It is there. My body is there. But yet I do not feel. I am not there, though my body is. I watch as my body breaks. As I break it. Like all my victims before. All of humanity is gone. I am doing the world one last favor. I am the last. The last. The very last.
I cannot feel my legs. I see blood. So much blood. Yet I keep cutting. Cutting and cutting untill there is nothing left. Nothing left of me. Another pile of rotting flesh and bone along the remains of these sad, sad creatures. Dead. Every last one. And i am the last. And now. I am no more.
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Humanity
HorrorI plan on making this a series of short stories, so far I only have one. life. Is it worth it. The voices. They say it is not. Do I believe them? Is it true. I look at the silver in my hand. The way it glistens in the light. Is it worth it? Is life...
