Author's Note:
First Oneshot, was bored. Hope it is good, review.
Misery.
The feeling never left, it was never ending, unyielding, defying and blocking out all other emotions.
Misery
He could not laugh, he could not smile. There was no joy, only this new emotion. This new path.
Misery
His world was gone, replaced by a new one which he did not want. Some called this life normal, he called it the Overland.
Misery
When he was under, all he ever did was dream about his life returning to normal, about leaving behind his dark past and starting anew above the world he had been trapped in. And now that he had what he had wanted, he hated it. He hated every last bit of this new life, he wanted to go back, yet he could not.
Misery
His family needed him, they all did. His grandmother was dead, his mother had left his father and the children. His dad was on the edge of bankruptcy, and still he stayed. It would be so easy, to leave them like his mother did. To abandon, to forget. But yet he did not, he was needed.
Misery
People called him a freak, his scars showed their proof. He did not speak, for fear of spilling all his dark secrets. He could not have friends, for they would ask questions. Dangerous questions. And they were asking a dangerous man. For he was a man, a man who was not a man. He was only fifteen, yet he had done feats not even the toughest man could claim/ He had killed. Killed, killed killed, and killed again. His nights were spent with memories of each and every kill.
Misery
He had hurt, himself and others. He had a special group of scars, places on his wrists where he cut himself, trying to find answers from the blood that flooded his veins. He had tried to fix himself, tried to fix the abomination he was. One word told him all he needed to know, he was responsible for it he knew. Ares was the word. The word that caused him to cry before his class whenever they learned about the greeks, and their god Ares. That moment was one of many that earned him the crude names he was given in day to day life.
Misery
He had harmed, bullies and innocents alike. They made one wrong move, and then they were in the hospital for broken bones or lack of blood.
Misery
He was a broken vessel. A ship that had sunk. He was an example for others, an example for what happens when you lead a life he led.
Misery
Yes, that was the word. Misery. He was Misery. The endless pain, the endless suffering. He was one word and one word only; Misery.
Author's Note:
First Oneshot, again I was bored. Was it good or no? I guess I won't know until someone reviews, now will I?
^^That was your cue…^^