Once again Ezekiel's day was pointless, he currently felt no satisfaction in life, where he wasn't living but merely existing.
But he didn't care, 'Everything in my life is boring and uneventful' Those thoughts were the reason he didn't care, the reason his life was pointless.
Ezekiel wasn't always like this, he used to be a normal kid, he buried the way he felt in order to appease his loving parents. He loved his family more than anything in the world and felt if he had his family he could survive his monotonous existence.
But all that changed four years ago when his only reason for existing disappeared, his family had died in a car crash. He wasn't angry, nor vengeful he wasn't anything, with his parents gone the only thing Ezekiel felt was his need to become something more, something powerful had exploded.
Ezekiel's hate for his boring existence began to sprout and without his parent's love and affection being used to contain that sprout, it would only grow.
All of Ezekiel's hate landed on one sentence 'Why isn't the world interesting' and although Ezekiel knew that he hated this uninteresting world. He couldn't understand why,
"What aren't I seeing that my subconscious is?" He repeated to himself day after day for a whole week, nearly going crazy in the process.
After a small lapse of sanity, Ezekiel decided to go for a walk, hoping to return to the way his life was before the crash. But he knew that was impossible, he had nothing to latch his existence onto, forcing him to just float around aimlessly becoming as inconsequential as air.
Ezekiel then began to search for an explanation for his hatred and after a week of searching, he found something. The world of fiction, fiction of all kinds, magic, superheroes, mighty warriors, anything that showed humanity had become something more than just a human.
That's when Ezekiel realized why he hated this world, humans were boring.
Although they could invent nifty tools they were stuck, Ezekiel was stuck. He would never be able to attain incredible feats. He would always be weak, living a dull life.
He could never fight with his life on the line while destroying mountains in the process. He could never improve his strength to an incredible degree, he would always be limited by human standards.
After his discovery, the next 4 years of his life were a blur. He spent all his time searching for an escape from his repetitive life.
Ezekiel escaped into book after book, when he couldn't read, he would watch movies. He even delved into anime and comic books.
Each and every work of fiction depicted what the rest of the world deemed impossible. There was a reason that the books were called fiction, and it was because they weren't real. Ezekiel wouldn't and couldn't accept that.
After waking up, Ezekiel didn't move for an hour until finally forced himself out of bed. Standing up and closing his eyes Ezekiel felt as if he was floating amidst absolute darkness, in an intangible state where his existence seemed fading as if the darkness would swallow him entirely.
He was scared yet uncaring, Ezekiel had already tried to grow past the limits of humans, but he had failed over and over again running into the same wall all other humans eventually ran into.
Ezekiel tested his physical limits in all areas of life, he slowly hit his limit when it came to strength, due to his youth he did see minor improvement, but he had already hit a wall that would only let him go so far.
He quickly delved into the world of martial arts, wondering if the correct techniques would unlock the world he desired so greatly. His hopes were quickly crushed.
But even if he couldn't achieve his goals through Martial arts, he continued to pursue them. Enjoying them slightly more than other activities, not to the point where it relieved his boredom sadly.
Next was his tolerance and stamina, 'if only one aspect of my body could surpass what was deemed possible' Ezekiel told himself repeatedly like a mantra. Once again, his body failed him, he could only be pushed so far, and never once did he achieve what he had set out to do.
Dispirited Ezekiel began one more test, pain. Ezekiel began to enjoy pain, it was fresh, new, and brought color to an otherwise grey world. His life was infected with a tinge of vibrancy.
Pain was different from all the other boundaries Ezekiel had tried to pass. When it came to pain, he had to train his mind and body.
Sadly, his mind was incomparably stronger than his body, and all the color that had been seeping into his life disappeared.
Ezekiel had gotten used to the pain, at first, he couldn't feel simple cuts anymore. Then it progressed and after 3 years of constant self-harm, he couldn't feel pain anymore, unless he wanted to be deformed for the rest of his life.
All those tests made him more desperate; his emotions and mind couldn't understand each other and were never one, putting his life into constant turmoil.
Finally, the day had ended, Ezekiel hadn't focused once, and supper was the only thing left for him to do. Entering his room to change Ezekiel took a good look at his room.
It was a small, single bed in the corner paired with a desk beside it that managed to take up the entire width of the room. At the end of the bed was a drawer filled with clothes, and across was a mirror. All the kids at the orphanage had the same room.
Taking a second glance Ezekiel felt his room was colorless and at the moment he couldn't tell if it was normally grey or if his mind was just that dull.
Ezekiel quickly got changed and headed out of his room, he walked with slow and steady steps.
Ezekiel had a rather large build being around 5,10 with room to grow. He had a mature face for sixteen, and dark hair which was a tad too long for him cascaded down his back. He hadn't bothered to get it cut for a couple of months, his appearance being the least of his concerns.
Ezekiel felt that his appearance was the thing he hated most to think about. Whenever he looked at himself all he saw was a cage, it happened when he looked at anybody. 'Humans are trapped, myself included' he had told himself on multiple occasions.
Supper had finished and Ezekiel once again made his way upstairs. Looking back on the day Ezekiel realized he didn't have a single conversation with another person.
It didn't matter to him; personal relationships are a thing of the past for Ezekiel
After entering his room Ezekiel noticed his deep blue eyes were slowly becoming more and more dull as if his life was fading away.
Ezekiel was scared, and as much as he hated the constraints of the world he didn't want to just give up, he wanted to change, break free, and become something more than just a human.
He begged, hoped, and desperately needed something to change, he would take anything as long as it was different.
"Find me I'm ready for whatever" he suddenly yelled to an empty room hoping that perhaps somebody would hear him and save him from his current fate.