This world is filled with hate and jealousy.
Those who protect those who are jealous are evil.
The person who is jealous is evil.
They break themselves.
They break those around them.
They do not understand.
They will never understand.
Especially him. The pig trusting in the cat. How could he? He likes to think of himself as a dog, but that's wrong. I shall make-. Perhaps that will fix everything.
Why is he doing this?
I don't want to hurt him.
My only friend. But it's for the best.
Everyone around me is wrong. It's buliding stress inside me, making me want to break apart. Why can't they see that they're wrong. I'm right. I'm always right. I will show them. I will show them that my view is the right one. In the name of Justice. Yes, in the name of Justice I shall show the world right from wrong. Even if it's evil.
But then again, I'm jealous. How is everyone around me getting to live a better life?!
It's not fair
NOT FAIR
I hate them.
"Ah!" A young boy screamed, using his hands to cover his knee, which was turning purple. His green eyes glared at those in front of him. Beside the boy was another kid his age, sniffling as he held his broken glasses. The two were in a park surrounded by other children twice their age. Beside the group sat another child with black hair watching the group by pretending to read a book. Right by him was his older brother also pretending to do something else, but secretly watching the group.
"What? Is the geek scared?" One of the bullies asked the crying boy. The boy shook his head, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. "N-No."
"What was that?"
"Shut your ugly mouth, you bully!" The other boy shouted. "This is why you don't have a girlfriend."
The boy once again let out another scream as he was kicked in the ribs.
"Arthur!" The crying boy shouted. "Please stop. It's all my fault anyway." He turned to the bullies. "I-I'll give you the answers. I'll give you my lunch money. Just please leave Arthur alone."
Arthur turned to his friend. "What the hell Alfred! Why are you letting these idiots get what they want? Don't you want to be like the superheroes in your comics?"
"Y-yes but you're bleeding and I can't see. I want my brother!" He screamed. "I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. You're my best friend. My only friend."
Arthur frowned. "Still, you've got to be strong. Like my big brother said, 'You can't always have them following you around until you become an old man.'"
Alfred let out another sob as one of the bullies grabbed his ankle. "So where is it?"
"I-In my bookbag."
The other kid grabbed Alfred's book bag, dropping all of its content on the floor. Papers, coins, and a comic book fell to the floor.
The others grabbed everything while Alfred shouted in the background. "Not my latest Mr. Wonder book!"
The bullies, satisfied by the reaction, finally left. Arthur groaned, hearing Alfred go back to a series of sobs and hiccups.
"They got us good this time, didn't they Al." Arthur said, wrapping his arm around the 8 year old. "Ms. Traer will be mad at you for losing your homework again."
Alfred nodded through tears. "C-Can you show me the worksheet later?"
"Sure." Arthur painfully grunted as he stood up. "Let's go to my house. My brother should be home. "
"Ok."
As they were walking home Arthur started to complain. "I can't believe they make you do all the hard work. You're only in 3rd grade and they force you to read 6th grade stuff just so they can get an answer. Why don't they pick on someone their own size?!"
Alfred just nodded. "B-But I kind of like doing that other work sometimes. That means when I'm older, I don't have to work that hard. Thank you for protecting me Artie. You're the best."
Why am I the one to always get hurt in the end? No matter how much I tried, everything comes back to shoot me in the heart. Why is my friend doing all sorts of bad things? I do not understand.
I won't let this happen again. I must protect him from the world. After all, everyone is our enemy.
