Pessimistic Visions
The Cure For Hope
The Rose
Once, there was a rose. On that very rose, there were 9 petals. Each representing one very special need. One very special meaning. One for agony, one for bitterness, change, doubt, strife, individuality and loneliness. This rose is the very roots of one's boy life, Kai.
Kai
Three weeks ago, with a hood tightly over his head, he stepped through the school doors with his head down. Slowly and quietly, staring at his feet only, he made his was to his locker. ' You're A Loser' was written on his locker, but he did not look away. He was not ashamed. He had done nothing wrong. Needless to say, he was used to this. Once he gathered all his materials, he made his way over to his first class.As soon as he arrived at the door, he stopped. Should he go in? Should he not? Why? Or why not? He pictured himself in there, kids laughing at him - for his indivuality, fear, stupidity. But really, and truly, he was not stupid. And yes indeed, he was very smart. He was just afraid that people would harass him more if they found out the true him. No, he was not afraid. He just felt that, sharing his intellegence, mind and feelings with these humans, that barely understood the simple way of life, was just going to be a waste of time. Yet, he never thought that he was higher than anyone else. And he did not look down at others. Instead, it was the other way around. It was the stupid people picking on the smart, instead of the smart picking on the stupid. But if these people did not respect him for who he was as a whole, then no need for him respecting them. And so he decided to hide in the darkness, like a shadow. Thinking that probably no one would notice him that way. But he was wrong. As soon as he entered the class, all the students were staring at him. Like he had a disease or a matter like a disease. At the end of class, he went to the proffeser for advice. But all the proffeser had said was that it was just a face that they made. Seeing that the teacher was of no help, he could turn to no one else except for himself. But what could he do? His parents... well, they had just... forgotten about him. Everyday when he returned home, his parents would never greet him. Never asked him how day was. And so, whenever he thought about his parents, he would always think I don't have any parents. They're dead. Rude you might think, but this was how this boy's mind acted. This was his personality. After lunch period was over, the boy was sitting by a bunch of lockers, all alone. Up ahead, he could see a group of so-called popular kids coming his way. He decided to give it a shot. He would go talk to them. What do I have to lose anyways? He thought to himself. He got up, and walked over to the group of kids. Soon enough, he had already started regretting it. As soon as he stood up, it had caught the kids' attention. They came over, and started making fun of him. The way he dressed, the way he acted, the way he lived. Pushing him aside, they just kept walking. Except for one kid. He stopped a bit, seeing if the boy was doing okay. But as soon as the others had called him, he quickly walked off, avoiding eye contact with the victim. As soon as they were gone, the boy got up. He dusted himself off, and for the first time, he lifted his head high, and took of the hood he had on. His hair was in two different shades of blue, with blue markingsaccompanying his face. On his face,there layeda huge grin. And you could actually see that, he was fairly handsome, not ugly at all. ' I've had enough. Who the hell cares about school? Who the hell cares about life?' thought Kai. And with that, the boy walked confidently out of the school.