The chamber door closed with a thud and I was left alone. And nothing happened. I had expected something, anything, what was wrong?

"Make me proud," father had said before I walked in.

I will make him proud of me, because he has never had any reason to be. Growing up, I hated him. He loved my brother more than he ever loved me, he was more proud of him.

But then my brother died, he was only nine years old and I was eight. My father pretended not to care, but I know he did. I know he did. He never told my mother he loved her either, he is cruel and unfeeling.

The chamber seems suffocating now, I can't breath very well. What's going on, is this supposed to happen. I'm not afraid of dying, I never have been, nor will I ever be.

I remember coming to the palace. I had friends the first day I was here, everyone thought I had so much potential, that I would rise above the rest. And then she came. That damned, stupid girl who seemed to dedicate her life to becoming better than I was.

She didn't have any friends. Then suddenly, she was the person everyone wanted to know. Hadn't that been me just one year earlier? She acted like everyone disliked her because she was The Girl. But everyone knew she would make it, at least some people did.

My father thought she was a show-off, my mother thought her improper. I thought her to be an aggravating nuisance who needed to be dealt with straight away. She became better than me, and I hated her more.

The chamber isn't suffocating any longer. It is cold now, or perhaps I am imagining things. There is an odd breeze coming through me. It freezes my insides and grasps my throat so I can't breath.

I wonder if my friends were really my friends. They acted like it, sometimes. I don't blame them for shouting at me, I was perfectly awful to them. I wish I hadn't been, but I was always like that.

I was always congratulated for my accomplishments. They said I would go far. I have the strangest feeling that I will not go any farther than this chamber. It is strangling me.

I was the one who payed those men to kidnap The Girl's servant. I knew they were friends. She would miss the examinations and I would be free of her. I would have rather killed her, but I wouldn't go that far. Not yet.

There is a stench surrounding me and it blocks the air. I can't stand to take a breath. A strange light is filling the chamber, I wish it was taking me far away from

here, away from myself.

I suddenly remember that girl. Her face fills my mind as she stands against me and tries to tell me that I'm wrong. But I am never wrong. My mind screams and I want to condemn that girl to an inferno of fire, but that will never happen. She is to good to ever be ignored by the Black God and cast into Chaos.

I can't breath anymore. I cannot hear or see, but I was never afraid of being blind, why does the chamber think that? I can't move or talk, I am frozen in one place. I open my mouth to scream and call for help, but nothing works.

I am dead. It is their fault. The people around me who wanted me to succeed, the people who shunned me and most of all, that girl. This is her fault. I hate her! The bright light has come back and now it speaks to me. It tells me that this is the price I pay for being so hateful in life.

I am still going to the Black God's realm, even though I do not deserve it. I died young, I learned my lesson. I will never be able to make my father proud, or live up to what they expected of me.

I deserved to die.





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The end! I was just trying to get into the odd, somewhat twisted mind of Joren. Please review and tell me what you think!