A/N: This was originally going to be fluffy but, eh. It's terrible because there was no prior planning to writing this. It kind of just happened, if that makes sense. Oh well. If I still don't like it, I can always take it off in the morning.
A blonde, rebellious boy who used to hold true to his morals sits inside of a confession box. The was no father there to absolve his sins. Was it because there was no one who was willing to listen or did he show up at an inopportune time? Stuck in a rut, the boy recollected the events that brought him here.
"Ha... it's over. Isn't that right, God?"
Most people would have described this boy to be ignorant, that being his best character trait. That's not completely true, but not false either. Trying to find his way in the world, he evolved into a bitter person. Who cares if you're a nice person? It's all about living to achieve what you want. For some it's easy. For others, it isn't.
It wasn't a game of winning or losing, like a certain white haired boy made it out to be. It was a test of who is truly the better of the two. When their guardian died, it all changed. No matter what he did, whether it was staying up hours on end to score higher in a class or trying to change himself to seem more favorable, he was never number one.
Feeling lost and helpless, he stopped caring. It's not like anyone would have noticed anyway. He hated himself but, he's jealous of the person he used to be. He says he's alright, that he's always been independent. He's misunderstood, and in his own way, it's self-harming. He chose to be enigmatic. He wanted to be a puzzle that someone would be interested in solving. Does that make it harder to fit in or is it a type of natural selection?
"You don't understand and I don't think I could find the words to explain."
In not so many words, the young boy was looking for love. He looked for love in the oddest of places, desperate for a feeling of acceptance. He dreamed of a relationship he knew that was doomed from the start. The red-headed kid with the goofy goggles who was quiet. The boy who loved playing video games and was his only true confidant. Was it wrong to want something so close but yet so far? In an imperfect world, you can't be picky. Under love's heavy burden, it was that he did sink.
"I'm a disappointment to you but, what could you expect from an orphaned child? I was destined to be a reject from the start."
He wanted to cry, but he's too proud to do something pathetic like that. Instead, he laughed. It echoed with a hollow sound. There was something missing from his laughter. Grabbing the cross around his neck, he jerked the chain with a snap. Closing his eyes briefly, he sighed and rested his head against the wall of the box he isolated himself in. He squeezed the crucifix in his hand, leaving an imprint in his palm.
"At least you can keep a secret."