Betrayal: It makes the world go round
Friends. They're a hell of a thing to have. Act all friendly, and act like he's your brother. That is a lie. Friendship is a lie. It's just a wait to see who will pull the knife first.
Though, he didn't actually stab me. We're both from the good ol' Capital Wasteland...I'm apparently the great grandson of the Lone Wanderer himself. Fuck if I know if it's true or not. Wonder what the Lone Wanderer would have done in my situation?
My name? It's Dante. Dante Vaughn. My friend who screwed me over, is Benny Boyd. We were from the same town, we were friends our whole damn lives.
I'm not going to say which town, as you'll read this and probably say, "The writer of this story has had such a bad time, and I should go and try to be a friend with them!" No, I don't need or want a god damn friend.
In fact, that's why I'm keeping my location unknown...fuck friends. Fuck people in general.
That friend, Benny Boyd, cost me fucking sixteen years...one moment of betrayal...caused me sixteen fucking years.
Obviously by now you know that betrayal is what this story is about, it's what life is about.
Even friends who have been close their whole lives, would consider betraying each other if it would benefit them in a way. Fucking human nature combats with morality, and usually human nature wins. Pissed me the hell off, I know that.
I'd say something about war like most of stories nowadays, but who the fuck cares about war? All I'm after is one fucking person. One fucking person that took away sixteen years of my life...he became a parasite after that moment, and ran away. He, with money, the loot, and the sixteen years I lost. I, however, had nothing.
Nothing but hatred from that point on.
Betrayal: Makes the world go round
Yep, another new story from me. I really should just crack down and focus on one, but where's the fun in that?
Adios, and review if you feel like it.
~TGG333