It was one of those days, those days that you came out of your little bubble and you finally understood what kind of life you were living. Definitely not the most fun days. They were days filled with sadness, misery, and anguish. They were the days of truth.
And Ace was having one of those days.
He had woken up that morning, and the kind of situation he was in had finally hit him. He had looked around and saw a dump. Not a home. A dump. He had looked in the mirror. No longer did he blind himself. No longer did he see himself as handsome and charismatic. No, he saw an ugly green guy staring straight back at him. He had finally looked at his gang and saw what they really were: a bunch of abused kids that did nothing but stupidy. No, they were not the Gangreen Gang. They were the Gangreen Idiots.
How long had he shielded his mind from his disease? From his current residence? From how damn messed up his life really was? Six or seven years maybe? He ran his hand through his thick, greasy hair. And when was the last time he took a bath? He looked at a random poster that was advertising cigars. Or at least, that's what he thought because all he could do was look at the picture and guess what the strange letters said. The fact that he couldn't even read a poster flooded his mind. Why couldn't he read?
All of these things began to taunt him. He was ugly. He was stupid. He nothing but an abused wannabe. And most of all, he couldn't even read a kid's book?
Since when had his life been so lame?
He felt like he was sinking into a dark pit. His usually sarcastic and charismatic smirk was gone. For good, he thought. He felt as if the ground beneath him was swallowing him up, waiting to take him straight to hell. His head throbbed from his revelation. God his life sucked! What was he supposed to do after this? Was he supposed to be in the Gangreen Gang forever? Or what? Who the hell was gonna hire him? He was illiterate, had been to juvie more times than he could count, and was pretty shameless too. So what the hell was in store for him? He had no future!
There was only one thing to do.
He quietly slipped out of the wooden hut, making sure that none of the boys could hear him.
Quietly.
He walked to the Townsville Station and waited for the next train to arrive. People distanced themselves from him. Others stared at him. There were even a few who were bold enough to confront him. This wasn't the first time he had gotten that kind of reaction.
But why did it sink so deeply now?
He saw the headlights from the oncoming train starting to appear in the otherwise dark tunnel. He gave himself one final smirk before stepping right in front of it and waited for his death...