Bad Guys Always Win
I am a villain. I am the bad guy. This is my story, this is how the bad guys won.
I guess you could say it began with one concept, one thought conceived in my wicked, malicious, wretched mind. Hate. Hate, even more powerful than any love you could fancy yourself to be in. Hate, the one real emotion. The one I know best.
It's amazing, truly, the way hate can touch you.The way it just feeds off every little pathetic fear you consume yourself in.
I fist felt the fear that night. I know you know what I'm talking about. The fear when you're lying there in the dark, eyes glancing into every corner franticly, searching for the monsters part of you wants to be there. To justify the panic, to prove you're not just paranoid.
Well I'll let you in on a little secret; you're not just paranoid.
Yes, think it just ghosts and ghouls. I won't expose you to the true evil that lurks behind closed doors, not just yet, I need you, I need someone to hear my story.
You could call me unborn, as I have no true parents, no real origin. Or you could strip the lies form the truth and see; I am stemmed from you.
I hope you are more dignified than to feign shock. How could an evil so sinister and dark come from you? You, just one in millions. You the insignificant speck, the one people push past in the hallways. Y. O. U.
You are evil, and you killed the joy.