Escape (The Devil Wears Prada)
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Vanitas never did make the wisest decisions; he had always given into the darkness. He would feel regret, but once he did he knew it was already too late. The darkness was a hard struggle, it was easy to give in, and it was easy to go the simpler way.
Once again, he raged out in anger, but this time he was in his gym inside his house. His rage was strong. The adrenaline was bursting through him. He punched that bag like nobody had ever done before. The bag went flying off the ceiling and into the brick wall with a loud vibration.
The darkness came on slowly and when it came to its full power he was ready to exert all his energy. He ignored all signs of hope to escape this. To him, it was easier to give in than to receive the help he needed.
He had hurt people, regretted it later then did it again. His emotions were out of control. He was made of anger and hate. He wanted an escape, but felt unworthy to even receive it. Other times, he didn't want it. The guilt could be so strong sometimes from the result of his actions that it lead him to inflict the pain onto himself. He began to feel better knowing that he was being punished.
He had recently found a better way to get rid of his anger, and that was the gym. He could punch, kick and run as hard and fast as he wanted. It made him feel worthy.
Every bag he had knocked off from its chain was a feeling of accomplishment, self worth and pleasure. He had become physically strong. He had spent hours alone exercising and pushing himself further every day.
He then decided he didn't need any help. But was that such a good idea? Later on that week he had gotten picked on by a younger boy with a snotty attitude. And honestly, it was pretty embarrassing. Everyone else laughed along with that punk. Vanitas' self worth was down again and his anger began to boil inside like a time bomb, ready to blow up any second.
He felt weak and ignored all the consequences he knew that would come up and focused his energy onto that small boy. In a flash, his fist met the small round face of the boy. He was guilty. He let his emotions win this time.
Tears flew from the boy as he sat on the ground, covering his face in shame. Vanitas continued to stare at the young boy thinking of what just happened.
It was already too late. If only he had listened to his conscious, then maybe he would've overcome it. But he had focused on his anger and hate. It was a struggling battle for him.
He had left and went home back to his gym, his place of comfort. And just when he thought he was going to get over what he had done, the guilt kept coming back at him strongly. If only he had ignored the strong emotions.
That night when his mother had gotten home what she had seen when she stepped into the basement, shocked her. There, her son lay lifeless on the floor, lying in his own pool of blood.
Sheesh, and to think something good was going to happen out of this. But I just have to torture the characters, you know? ;)
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