We Are the Darkness that We Fear, and the Light that We Seek

by underLINED mine

Everything has died, especially trust and who Alfred was. He had disappeared, and he's still not here, though he's in his home; quiet, scared, and paranoid. Broken. He is different, and only a few know why; the few who hurt him. Can his friends teach him to trust again, or will he always be alone? Final piece in the Regrow Refind trilogy, but you can read this as a standalone.

36. Nike et Nemesis

He doubted it happening, and even though it may screw him over by people coddling- actually, that could never happen. People don't care enough to be over protective of him. They could (would, definitely would) treat him like a weak, pretentious brat, but they wouldn't want to protect him. They would either be angry at him for getting the motherfucking evil demons WHO SHOULD JUST DIE AND BE RIPPED TO SHREDS sent to prison, or by making everyone more vulnerable, somehow. He wouldn't be surprised if he fucked up that badly. Maybe they would target him because he proved that he was r- usable, weak.

This "victory" felt hollow. He felt someone behind him, coming closer. He almost swung around and attacked before Philly backed up a bit.

"I was just going to give you a hug."

"How was I supposed to know that?! What if you were a rap- an-an evil, backstabbing, MOTHERFUCKING AS-"

"You're scaring me... Why are you so angry?"

He sighed. "I just don't know. Whenever I think of them or how I caused it, I just feel this sort of anger. Like I want to destroy something. Murder. Like I'm mad at everything: the backstabbing liars; the people who will defend them; the world; the sky; hot dogs; and myself most of all. I should've done something different that day, and I should not've let things get to that point. I hear that it's not my fault, but things this shitty can't just happen randomly, for no reason. There had to be some reason it happened."

"... Sometimes horrific things happen for no reason at all, and no one learns from it, nor will it be the last time. That's just life."

"I hate life. I really hate it at times. I'm really, really hating it."

"... Don't give up" was all she could say, and all she could think of. She didn't really know how to respond. He hugged her and lightly cried.

But she wasn't going to give up. It was the only thing that she could do.

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"If who I am is what I have and what I have is lost, then who am I" -Anonymous

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I had election training when I published this. I (again) woke up late. I'll update the second of August.