They laid him on the ground.
The more he cried, the more excited they got.
They got on top of it.
They pulled their clothes.
They tore it apart.
They drew patterns on her body with scissors and a utility knife.
They brought earrings and forcibly pierced his ear.
The earring was covered in blood, its flesh was torn into pieces.
Tears fell like pearls.
The body trembled, the children who were crowding his head kicked him one by one.
Time passed, but the treatment did not change.
As the children got older, his mind got dirtier.
And finally, the weak boy...
He resisted.
With an innocent expression on his face. He crushed and crushed the person under his feet.
This wasn't his first murder either.
His mood was unstable, he had an ever-changing tidal personality. One moment she could smile and the next she could cry.
He is a madman who must be kept in captivity. But he is different from others who have to stay in a mental hospital.
Basically no one sees the sick soul of the front. Grass was already knee-high on the grave of whoever discovered it.
It was very well hidden. It was so good that everyone who saw the pure and uncontaminated temperament of the front wanted to defile it...
No, he actually didn't need to pretend in the first place. But like painting a white canvas, life painted it and painted it, until nothing remained of its own part and self.
Sold out.
It was over but he continued with a blood-weeping smile.
Those eyes were so clear that they revealed the vulnerability of his soul, which was deep in the dirt.
Tired, depressed, rebellious, painful, bored...
In his most vulnerable and ignorant years, he is exposed to the dirtiest mentality as a child.
During the teenage years, which are considered the most dangerous and unstable, his self is repeatedly shattered. It does not even have a personality of its own, and it lacks a sense of belonging.
Troubled environment, inadequate environment, bad conditions...
People gradually demolished one.
They burst into laughter as they watched him drift into the abyss.
After all, an unresponsive idiot could take his anger, boredom, thoughts out of him if people weren't going to find any problems in return, right?
Like a puppet doll, little by little, it was scratched, broken, shattered...
In the end, the human, whose soul the devil would kneel on, saw the empty hell.
All the demons
They were all on the ground.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to turn the world into hell.
People or the world may not acknowledge its existence. After all, it is he who first goes against his own self. From your self-contradictory existence, which is disgusting enough to vomit.
He did not want to quietly commit suicide.
He wanted
His place was hell.
So he must go to hell.
No, hell must come to your feet.
***
"Why?"
He dug his fingers into the ground, trembling from the ground he had crawled out of, in a frenzy that had lost all comprehension.
"Why ?"
He said, would even a death be too much for him?
His mindset was constantly changing, even as he cried out with hatred, he had that ignorant and innocent expression on his face.
"Then I'll take it all to hell with myself once again!"
He stood up, advanced, until he collapsed to the ground again.
Even if the pieces of stone scratched his body, his body, which had reached the high pain threshold for a long time, became numb and unable to react anymore.
Again and again he collapsed, crawled, cried blood.
Finally, his trembling hands slowly fell to the ground.
His hopeless eyes darkened.
He just wanted to die.
quietly.
This time modestly.
To be blown in the wind and to be nothing, as an insignificant piece of dust.
He was really tired, too tired to do anything, he just wanted to disappear, to be away from it all.
He lay on his back to the ground.
No matter how far he advanced, he could not pass the cemetery.
Cemetery...
What a suitable place for him.
Only for the first time in his life had life offered him a suitable environment at the appropriate moment, and he was not going to waste it.
There is a puddle of transparent vapor in the corner of his eyes, if he is squeezed a little more, that droplet will meet the ground like a dew.
As he waited for his death on the ground like a soulless puppet, that pale face no longer showed any expression.
Whether present naivety or smile, he disappeared, his mask cracked and he was completely dusty.
And the adjective under the mask was a soul more resentful than anything else, more offended than anyone else.
As his consciousness began to blur, his entire body relaxed, a sincere expression crossed his eyes for the first time. Finally…he thought, now it could all be over and he could rest.
It was as if he unconsciously heard a hesitating voice, the frightened little figure advanced despite his fear, closed his eyes when the lantern was pointed at his face and only heard the hesitant voice in his last moments, after which he had completely lost consciousness.
-To be continued-