Prologue: Introduction
Life is a pain in the ass. You're born, you're forced to endure decades of dealing with people's idiocy and corruption, you're subjected to horrid illnesses and backstabbing friends, and you die. Most people disappear from the earth with no trace left behind other than their children who will follow the same path. Yet everyone continues about their day like they have all the time in the world and as though they don't have that inevitable end awaiting them.
And then there's me. I've been aware of these things since I was a child. I danced on the verge of suicide for many years. My first best friend betrayed me at the age of seven. I was bullied for my physical 'irregularity' that no one understood was hereditary. Instead I was outcast for looking different. As such I developed a speech impairment from never speaking to anyone outside my family. My silence was so strong many people I went to school with genuinely believed I was mute. I'll never forget the look on that promiscuous girl's face when she heard me speak for the first time right before she graduated. The notion is still amusing to me to this day. Oh what simpletons they all were. Too consumed in drugs and sex to be able to comprehend that perhaps some people just don't like to speak unless they feel there's a probable reason.
But despite my hesitance to utter a word, I was expected to recite speeches to my classes. Due to my inexperience with speaking or dealing with people in general, as you can imagine I stuttered and choked a few times out of nervousness. My face burned with the heat of ten suns until I could finally sit down, after even. This of course led to more isolation and being made to feel stupid and unlovable. All the friends I made in high school talked about me behind my back. I became a cold person. My face was devoid of all emotion. Many people became afraid of me. I was never mean. I was distant. But of course, teens are so narrowminded that unless you're overly joyful and hug or sleep with every person you see, you're the meanest bitch in existence! I didn't care, and I still don't. After graduation I never heard a word from anyone again, and honestly, would that have been different had I an army of friends? No, it would just cause more sorrow. So really, just worrying about myself and getting through the days did me a favor. I never hurt anyone, I just kept to myself. Rumors spread like wildfire, but no one had proof. I was just an empty husk of a person sitting in the back of the room that everyone knew was one of the smartest despite everything. Afterall, not everyone graduates with a 4.0 GPA and has numerous colleges contacting them months before graduation. Yet the bullying never ceased. Heh, what a funny twist of events it would be if they walked into an interview someday and found out I would be their boss. Ah, the expressions on their faces would be grand! Note to self: always have a camera handy.
"Oi! Amethyst, it's time to go!"
My name is Amethyst, and I'm an asshole.
AN: Hope you don't mind OCs :p
Can't wait to dive into this story *rubs hands together evilly* this gon' be fun!
