You are a failure.
"No I'm not!"
A sinister chuckle filled the room.
You can't hide it from me, so why keep denying the truth. Even I can see it.
He covered his ears and yelled at the evil voice filling his head, "Leave me the fuck alone!"
You haven't accomplished a thing in your pitiful life and you're twenty years old. It's pitiful.
"Who the fuck asked you what you think!? Get out of my head!"
You can't keep a job or have a place to live on your own without someone helping you, you may have gone to school for the majority of your life but what do you have to show for it…..absolutely nothing.
The man fell to his knees and bit his lip so hard it bled, muttering under his breath afterwards, "Why are you fucking tormenting me!? I know I can't fucking do anything right so stop rubbing it in!"
The voice paused but then spoke in a somewhat gentler tone.
I'm merely pointing out your faults for my own motives. When one admits how worthless they are out loud, they then can find a new reason to live…reclamation.
The amethyst orbs narrowed but he said nothing, in deep thought about his past. The voice did speak the truth, he was an outcast even when he was a child; he was different.
For that he was ridiculed and treated unfairly by his peers to adults, no one listened to him so why bother trying to tell his side of the story. He lashed out in the beginning, always fighting back but when turned into an adolescent, things just got worse.
He grew depressed and let everyone belittle and walk over him, there was no point anymore. The world was rotting and yet, how can the undeserving have it so fucking easy.
Nothing came easy for him, when things started to look up….they came crashing back down. That's why he hated money. You couldn't do a thing without it…more importantly…..survive.
He did try to end his life a few times, but for some reason had second thoughts. He feared the future mostly; everyone his age had so much more than him.
Their own place, transportation, spouse, children….he had nothing. He accomplished nothing in his life so why bother to keep trying anymore? There was no point, he would be a failure and will always remain a failure.
It made him so angry and sick to his stomach at the mere thought.
Hidan.
"…..What?"
I have a proposition for you. Be my subordinate and serve a god.
"Tch…why fucking should I?"
Why not? You will have a reason to live without any worries and I will grant you immortality for your loyalty to me.
The man closed his eyes, snorting at the unbelievable claim and yet…..if he could hear this voice in his head then who's to say it wasn't some god talking to him.
"I don't know."
I understand your doubts my child, but with my power flowing through your veins you won't be weak anymore. I will protect you from harm.
Join me~
Several minutes in deep silence Hidan sat in deep thought once more before letting out a heavy sigh, "Fine."
He had nothing else to live for anyway, so maybe now he could have something to look forward to instead of still being worthless and having nothing until his dying day.
You've made your god proud Hidan, now, let us go.
Said man stood up and murmured, "Before I follow you, I would like to know your fucking name."
The voice chuckled again and answered.
Jashin.
Finish.
Sorry for such a depressing short story but I'm in the mood to write one. Reviews are appreciated.
