The words were echoing through his head "Kill them… they hate you… they are evil…"
It didn't phase him at all anymore. Why should it though? The thoughts 'weren't even his anyway'.
The boy walked up the infamous mountain, savoring each step as it could be his last. Why should he take his time? He was after all, a mere empty shell of another mind. Why couldn't he be like the other kids? Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes excited, sometimes mad. Why did he have to have these thoughts that weren't even his? He doesn't want them, but they keep coming like an infinite train loop. Ironic, he always seems to lose his 'train' of thought. Or… was it? He could never understand irony.
"…Writer's Block…" Josh said to Keith, his brother, sitting adjacent to him from across the kitchen table, texting away.
A look of annoyance washed over Keith's face, "I don't care."
"Can you he-"
"NO! Leave me alone!" Keith yelled, bringing his attention back to his IPhone.
Josh, not being one to cry about everything, continued writing.
The boy spotted the peak of the mountain, but being nowhere close to the top, he took a break. Taking a bag of Doritos from his backpack, he began to devour them. "Wouldn't it be nice to end it all?" It would be nice wouldn't it… He thought. "What do you think dad?" The boy waited a minute for the reply. "Yeah me too… I really miss seeing you, but I'm glad I can still hear you. Alright, see you later dad!" With more bounce in his step, the boy continued on his journey to the peak of Ebott.
With every step, the boy's excitement began to increase and increase, until each pump of his heart seemingly filled his blood with exhilaration rather than oxygen. Along with excitement came anxiousness, the boy didn't even know what would happen when he reached the top… what if there was nothing, or what if there were really monsters like the stories said? He had a feeling there were monsters, he knew his life was worth more than the average person, he always was better than them and their boring lives, and jobs, and… friends, and… happiness.
The boy decided to rid his mind of the thoughts and looked toward the future the best he could. But as he left the past behind him and walked onward, he couldn't shake the feeling of being followed.