"Nothing like Hate"

'Without a shred of doubt, the boy, Danny-was dead. So why was he here, all alone and having his brother stuck in the same image, repeatedly- simply screaming his name surrounding the abyss Danny couldn't get himself out of?'

This is an essay my teacher asked me to write after watching the movie "American History X." It's supposed to be a short continuation of it following one of the character's perspective; I choose Danny. Inevitably, it contains spoilers of the movie. I made one interpretation about his dad in this too.

Nothing of the world in itself or the characters belong to me, however this is my own writing based on it, so the story on here belongs to me. All rights reserved. This story is classified as a fanfic.