The boy who hated the world
There was once a boy, who lived a life like any. He was blessed with a cheery disposition, he was outgoing and oh so talkative. One would imagine that this boy would have many friends and have much fun together with his merry little bunch. But that was not so.
The boy knew a great deal of people but few he would even remotely consider a friend, let alone a good friend. There were people who he tagged along more often then not but that was about it. What a strange little fellow you might say and you are probably right.
You see, this boy, he is the same as any other person on the outside. But on the inside, there was a darkness. There was a terrible darkness that laid in his breast waiting for the moment it could burst out and consume everything.
As our boy grew older, he saw the world in a different light. He saw the decadence that is us, he saw for the first time, the horrors of being human. ‘I must enlighten them’ The little boy swore, and vowed to change the world. But as the world always does, it rolls over us. The boy could do little as humanity sunk deeper into its own waste and the madness of society continued to spiral downwards.
Despair. Despair in the face of overwhelming madness. That was all the boy could do. Gripped by melancholia, the boy sought solace in solitude. He maintained a pleasant mask for the world, but inside he was dying. All the despair and helplessness fed the darkness within the boy and from this, a darker emotion was born. Hatred.
The boy’s hatred grew with each passing day. ‘What pathetic creatures we are. Consumed in our vapid lives of decadence’ He whispered to the world. As his hatred grew, so too did his anger. Like a blazing ball of fire, the boy’s anger could be barely contained. It took all the boy’s restraint to keep himself away from the promise of violence. But the chains are wearing thin.
It came as little surprise when the boy finally snapped. Ablaze with righteous fury born of hatred, everywhere he went was touched by the kiss of destruction. This unbridled display of wanton destruction filled the boy with great joy, but every fire must eventually burn out.
Flee.The boy fled to the only place he knew, his home. But what greeted him as he opened at the door? The tear streaked face of his beloved sister. “Mom and Dad are dead!!” And beyond the boy’s sister was the TV showing off the destruction in all its glory.
Flee. The boy fled into his room and slammed it shut. Falling to his knees he smashed his fist against the tiled floor in terrible revelation. Tears fell from the boy’s eyes and onto the floor. He stared incredulous at the puddle that was slowly forming. The boy had forgotten how to cry in his vehemence of his hatred. But now like a broken tap, salty droplets streamed down his face.
It was then that the boy saw the darkness that laid within his soul. In his hatred he had become what he hated so much. He became human…