Bound, Your reality

"Bound, that's your reality. You're told you're chosen, But really, you're just convenient." He said, Skating around in circles with a smile on his face. Dariel? Bound? Convenient? No. That's, Something Dariel will not stand for. Right?

"No. You just don't get it. It's called.." Dariel clenched his fists, Gritting his teeth. How dare this guy?

"Mhm. You, My darling. Are a carefully crafted, Hand made, Exquisite one. Who is the chosen one, Really? Said that to me, And I was cast away as soon as deemed useless. Said that to him, Cast away, Said that to her, Cast away. Really, Nobody is chosen, They're just cursed." He continued, Circling in those darned skates, Damnit.. why? Why? Why dariel?

"Shu....SHUT UP!"

"ARGH!!-" the man cried out in pain. Oh, Dariel had punched him, In the face. Deserved.

You know what else is deserved? Whatever Dariel goes through. I'd say he deserved it, It's his fault. He is disgusting, He is this, He is that.

Thursday always believed Thursday was the best day, I mean. He was named after it, Was he not? What a silly name. Almost as if trying to complete the days of the week. Hahhh..