Monster.
This wasn't the first time I heard someone calling me this word.
I did terrible things in my past life – instigating fights between two friends, manipulating or gaslighting my girlfriend, and bullying a boy in high school to the point he jumped off the roof.
Oh yeah, I never talk about that last part because I'm not proud of it. Thankfully, the boy survived the fall and only broke his leg.
Hey, in my defense, that boy wasn't your innocent nerd-type guy. Oh, no. He used to be a bully himself. I just tried to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Or at least that's what I tell myself. I took it too far and pushed him to the point of committing suicide.
The scary part is – I didn't feel guilt.
Don't get me wrong. I felt remorse but not guilt.
The scariest part is – I did it for fun.
And instead of feeling ashamed of my actions when I heard he jumped off the roof, I was bummed out that I didn't get to see him jump.
