harry
Everyday my mind rethinks of the situation I'm in, being in a huge stage of denial.
Always thinking "No, that's not possible." "I couldn't of done that."
Flashbacks of the memory continually play in my head. My back would hit the metal locker in the hallway, creating a deep pain in my spine.
The creator of the pain would be them.
The human beings, or monsters as I would call them, that get pleasure out of others pain.
The physical and mental pain would have to build up in my mind sooner or later right?
But no, the pain couldn't of lead me to do this. Nothing would drive me to do such a unbelievable thing.
I was different.
My unique likings lead to the monsters having a deep hatred towards me. My fedoras, oh how I loved my fedoras. I still have my best one that's now ripped on the edges. My head bands, which in my case were my favorite.
You can't forget how I didn't have a shitty music taste like every other teenager. Other boys would enjoy hip hop and mainstream songs that were recycled. I on the other hand, appreciated the talent of older bands.
Pink Floyd, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, you name it.
I keep thinking, that was another psychotic boy at our school. It couldn't of been me.
I stared at the headline of the newspaper from years ago.
"Senior lashes out at school!"
I look to the right and see a teen. One with similar make up styling to a skeleton.
Shivers ran down my spine.
That horrible monster was me?
The dark walls around me felt like they were closing on me. My worst fear would have to be none other but accepting the truth of my sorrowful life.
I've been in here for a couple years now without a way to escape. New people would move in, fall into the horror trap, and join the rest of us.
I didn't like to participate in the whole trapping with everyone else. I was pretty quiet, but when I saw the eyes of that beautiful living young girl I had to warn her.
I whispered in her ear the first night she was here, hoping to scare her so much she would run. But no, unfortunately she was still here.
This is when the idea popped up.
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destiny
My family tumbled into the estate as I sat in the living room, confused about everything.
I was about to ask my mom why she set up a tutoring session with a stranger when I heard the usual yelling.
"You're not committing enough to this family!"
"Do you even love me anymore?"
"Then why don't you just leave!"
With the strong words echoing everywhere I sighed.
I love how they made us all move here to a new house when they're still fighting.
I knew I couldn't bother any of them when they're like this. I would just get yelled at too.
I slumped up the staircase, the familiar creaking filling my ears. The twins had already gone into their rooms doing homework. I had an eerie feeling in the hallway.
