Useless. Hated. Tormented. Despised.

Hatred Consumes All

Blood flows freely from an extensive injury from the side of his skull, slowly draining away his will to live. His thoughts run wild, leaving him exasperated with what he has become. Nobody had the slightest will to reach out even one finger for him to grasp. Just the wrong person, born in the wrong time, at the wrong place. He struggles to find his place in the world, descending downwards into the pit of despair every time he wishes to reach up. If only he was given a chance.

He sits alone, in an isolated corner of his known world. Declining even the slightest of conversations, he breathes each breath as if it was his last. He always wanted to be the person others wanted him to be, but it was doubtful if any wanted him to end up like this. He was inevitably useless, a tool for others but not himself, a sword with no edge.

Merciless sounds fill his mind, echoing the continuous phrase, "You are merely a waste of space". The world is eerily silent around him, however the voices he recognise form for him an endless pit of hell.

"Spare me." I gasped. "Spare me of my eternal suffering. I can't take this anymore." However, such voices were only in his head, a semi-functional organ he possessed, merely functional. Students travel far and wide in the campus, albeit not one realises his pain. 

A near-dystopian society in a not-so-utopian world. Such is life.