Chapter One
Twist of injustice
He never liked to recollect about that day in the snow.
It was almost like a forbidden taboo; the bristles of discomfort and fear would climb up his skin whenever his thoughts would go astray. Not that he would admit it—he had thick, oversized clothing to hide the open wound. It was not a physical one, but one that remained in his soul. It hurt.
He hated the snow, simple as that.
Of all people that they could've used, he had to be the one chosen as the punching bag. It wasn't even fair. What had he done wrong to deserve it? He wanted so badly to take a random kitchen knife and slash red lines onto them, to scream his hatred and rip their damn confidence from them.
But he was a considerate person. He always smiled with the hope that someone would return the happiness to him one day. Surely there was someone out there who could understand him and read him like an open book?
I know I'm guarded and very sensitive, he thought. I know how much I want the line between me and others to be kept firm. He thought that that itself was a form of selfishness.
I am irrational when I speak but I want others to see why I don't accept their reasoning, that their viewpoint is clearly flawed.
I am violent but I want others to know that I've been holding it in for so long, that I just couldn't take it anymore and it burst.
I am selfish but I want others to understand me, to like me for who I am instead of focusing on my weaknesses.
What kind of a despicable fool was he? He didn't know anymore. He had spent so much time trying to comprehend his own self that the line separating here and there had been blurred, faded without his notice.
Why did this sort of thing happen to him? It wasn't even fair. There seemed to be no justice for him.
Just like in the day of falling snow.
A smile stretched on his lips and he laughed bitterly. He would have to keep this up till he found someone as twisted as he was.
Author's note: I intended it to be short. It would be hard to read a gigantic mass of words in one sitting x_x I think its easier to make an impact on the audience if a clear message is conveyed.
What do you think happened during the day of snow? What do you think happened to make him that way?
I'll leave it to you to imagine.
~Jelly-O