'I want to disappear!', he whispered and a tear ran down his cheek. His blue/green eyes where full of sadness. He slamed the door behind him. Then he took all his books and teared them to pieces. Loki ran into his bathroom. Full of rage he looked into the mirror. 'What – just what am I?! Am I a man or a monster?!' Right away he banged his head against the mirror. 'WHAT AM I?!'
Blood was running down his nose. He looked at his broken reflection. That was him. That was what he really felt inside all the time. Broken.
There was a knocking sound at the door. He calmed down. 'Who's there?'
'Loki? It's me.' It was his mother.
Loki stood there. 'What should I do?', he thought. 'What do you want?' , he shouted. He heard she opened the door and came in.
'I just want to talk-', she stopped when she saw Loki standing there. Bleeding. 'My dear', she said worried and walked over to him. As she wanted to touch his wound he turned his back on her.
'Don't touch me!', he said angrily.
'What's wrong, Loki?'
'I just... don't want to talk about it', he said more friendly. 'Please, leave me alone.'
His mother turned around. 'Alright', she said softly and left.
Loki slowly looked at his hands. They were covered in blood. Then he felt the pain inside and sank to the ground. 'Why did this happen to me?', he whispered. Immediately he started to cry again because he knew the answer already. Because everybody lied.