Lost Boy

"My soul feels engulfed by some dark vortex beyond this fucked up world.... "John, what have you done?!" Oh fuck!... The truth is I fucking hate bullies and he deserved it... the thing about bullies is that they're sad pieces of shits who use bullying as an excuse to make themselves feel better,...no, no, no, they're broken sadistic pieces of shits who use 'intimidation' as an excuse to make themselves feel better at the expense of other people's plights... he deserved to die...all bullies do...
This is not the first time I'll see a dead body...but I just murdered someone and not a single ounce of guilt and regret courses through my soul...I could see it in his eyes, that fear...you see, bullies are nothing but pretenders, the term "bully" is just a façade for scared little shits like him....and how I ended up in this situation, with my clothes drenched with blood...ugh, geez, blood smells so fucking horrible though... well, it's a long story but not through a narrow path but quite a rocky one..."

Losing his parents at a young age, John and his brother are thrust into the care of their uncle, an irresponsible alcoholic, who is more of a liability than family, leaving them to fend for themselves. But can one make many right choices when they are swayed by the choices of others? And how long before these choices turn to bite you in the neck?