Chapter 12

Sea-man's Monster

Third Person POV:

It was a typical day in the life of Miyoshi Mitari. The kids at school had caused four new bruises,two of which were on his face and of course none of his teachers had done anything about it. They never did, because those other students were the atheletes, the popular kids. Mr. Sensui was right. People were bad. They did need to be destroyed.

But until then, he was stuck in the deluge of sorrow that came from his life. He entered his house, and as usual his mother had gone and his father was nowhere to be found. The boy sighed, going up to his room to try to work on his homework.

There was a part of him that couldn't care less about his classes or his life for that matter. What was the point when every person was only dark and evil?

On the other hand, there was another part of him that wanted nothing more than to be normal. He wanted to go to school and not be thought of as 'the loser', but he knew that his wishes were too great to ever be granted. Besides, wishes never really come true anyway.

He sighed as he sat at the small desk that took up a corner of his room. He pulled his list of assignments out of his bag and began working on his math, history, chemistry. It all just served to pass the time. Finally, he only had one assignment left from his Literature and Composition class. It simply read: "What is your perception of life? Describe why you feel this way."

Mitari felt like laughing. Life? What did he think of life? Well, he would tell them, and it wouldn't be pretty. The boy sat there writing. It took him all of ten minutes to finish. As he put it up, he grinned thinking of what his teacher would think when he read it.

But soon enough, that feeling of savagery abated to leave only an empty, hollow feeling. Perhaps, it was hunger he thought going into the kitchen and fixing a dinner for one. He sat in the dim evening glow, eating. The warm food did nothing to heat the cool chill that inhabited his body.

As he sat alone at his table, watching the sun sink below the horizon, he realized that the gnawing he felt wasn't hunger at all. It was loneliness. It was fear. It was sorrow. He had no control over the latter two, but the former...

He stood up, going into the bathroom and making sure that the door was firmly shut behind him. Miyoshi glanced around nervously as he ran a tub full of water. The next thing he did was reach into the small crevice behind the sink to pull out a sharp and shiny razor blade. The blade glinted malevolently in the dim light of the room. To most it looked dangerous or frightening, but to Mitari, it was an escape from the pain. He took the blade and sliced it across his wrist. "Ahh," he exhaled deeply. The pain was sharp, but quickly relieved by the dribble of the warm, scarlet liquid that was pouring from his arm. He let said blood drip into the water before activating his territory.

He felt the familiar tug in his stomach as the room changed. Said change was imperceptible to anyone else, but it had occurred. As soon as he was done, one of his monsters took form, sitting next to the boy. "Why me?" the boy moaned. "Why is my life so awful?" and so he talked for hours to the monster. It could not speak back, but it was a body to take up space and it was enough to keep him company and stave off the gnawing of loneliness.

He fell asleep, talking to the monster and when he woke up, he was curled up on the bathroom floor in a puddle of water. Sea man sighed. He had lived another night. Was it worth it? Did it even matter? With those thoughts, he stumbled to his feet and went through his morning routine. Within half an hour, he was ready to go. The boy sighed as he left his empty house.

The walk to school was uneventful. Of course, that was why he left so early. The bullies were still in their beds dreaming of how they would torment him for the rest of the day. But until then, he had the school to himself. Unfortunately, he had left a little too early this morning, and the library was still locked. He sighed, not wanting to just stand there, so he meandered down the hall to the only teacher that would be there that early. As predicted, his Literature and Composition teacher's door was open.

Mitari knocked gently on the heavy wooden frame. "Come in," came the genial voice of Mr. Hagarashi. When Mitari entered, the teacher looked up from his papers and grinned. "Hello, Mitari. You are early this morning, aren't you?"

That was one thing about Mr. Hagarashi. He was so young himself that he hadn't gotten bored with teaching yet, so he was always nice when he saw one of his students. "Yes sir."

"Have a seat. Relax until class starts," he advised.

The boy nodded his curly head, taking the seat that was the farthest from the teacher. He took out his novel and got lost in the pages. So lost that he forgot that he was in a classroom at all. Until someone called out to him. "Mitari, do you have your assignment?"

"Y-y-yes sir," he stammered, pulling it out of his perfectly organized bag. He approached the desk, handing it over.

Mitari had gotten so comfortable that he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. As Hagarashi took the paper, he saw the red line of a new scar on Mitari's wrist. It sent a flash of pain through him as he remembered his own days of sliding a blade into his wrists in the hope that things would get better. In the hopes of feeling anything at all. "Would you mind standing here?" the teacher asked softly. "I can grade it now."

"I'll wait sir," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

The teacher took the paper and read it:

Life is hard and awful. Life is like a monster.

The monster is horrendous. His face is large and distorted past the point of recognition. His eyes are the reason that people fear the darkness. After all, who would want to see those scarlet, slitted orbs leering at them from the shadows?

Yet, it is the mouth that is the most terrifying. The huge open maw that reeks of sewage, filth, blood, and death. The lusting tongue that years for nothing more than to taste the sweet meat that you will provide. The black teeth that are glinting dully in the light. The jagged teeth made for the sole purpose of rending your flesh from your bones.

And there you are, the human being stuck in between the slimy hands of a monster called Fate. He holds you closely to his chest, bringing you up to his open mouth. The stench of your coming death permeates the airs. It burns your eyes and nose. You try to inhale with your mouth, but now you can taste his exhalation. It tastes like death. You can see the jagged teeth. And tears fill your eyes as you realize that this is the last thing you'll ever see. That this is the last thing that you will ever smell. That this is the end.

The monster devours you, leaving nothing behind. You no longer exist, and for the good you did you may as well have never existed. That's life. The constant fear, knowing that nothing that you do will matter. Everything is temporary. The only assurances are that people will suffer and things will end.

Hagarashi looked down at the paper. It was excellently written, but the concept in general was depressing to say the least. He was a teen. His outlook should still be optimistic. Yet here he was. On the outside was the calm, easily frightened boy, but on the inside was someone who was dark and depressed. Someone who was crying for help.

Very good," he commented handing the paper back to its owner with a large 'A+' on the front.

Mitari glanced down at the score, but felt no joy from it. He sighed, turning to go back to his seat, but was stopped by the teacher. "Mitari, wait."

He gently took the boy's arm, exposing the scar. He rubbed his finger over it gently. "I know this hurts." He looked up into Mitari's face and saw the shadows of bruises. Someone had been hitting him, and Hagarashi was sure that he knew who it was. Mitari was so quiet and easy to take advantage of. The older and meaner boys who loved to bully the quiet ones like him. They did this, and Hagarashi could do nothing. As a teacher, he had no power to say anything until Mitari himself came and admitted that he had been bullied. Unfortunately, that would not happen. The boy was too stubborn.

"I know it hurts. Everything seems to knock you down." And the first bell rang. Students would begin filing in any minute, so he had to worry. "I know that life's not fair and you're suffering but don't do anything hasty. Things will get better. I believe in you, Miyoshi Mitari. I have faith in you. I'm proud of you. I believe that you are going to change the world."

Hagarashi let go of the boy's arm just as the others began to enter the room. Mitari went and sat back down in his seat.

Change the world? Yes, he planned on changing the world. He planned on changing it by eradicating every human being. By ending the evil, the hatred, and those who would dare to hurt him. The one contribution that could change his world. How proud would they all be then?

A/n:

Whoo-hoo! Merry Christmas, guys! I hope you guys have a very blessed holiday, and remember that Jesus is the reason for the season!

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