Today in this monumental day marking the first day of high school, in the humble old and crusty rooms of a half assed and un-resourceful international school in the middle east, there sat 35 students before the classes began the students out of excitement and past companionship conversed with each other. The classes began, the first teacher walks in and talks about the hardships to come, hardships that come with the board exams and the beginning of the preparation of adult life.
Some students dismissed these words as usual, the teachers tend to explain these sorts of things in an overblown fashion anyways. This speech stirred up the thoughts of one person who wasn't able to dismiss this as overblown exaggeration from the teacher .
He thought about it excessively for some reason had started to imagine about the future quite often .
In the first semester , towards the end of September , the boy spiraled down into melancholy and nostalgia , his rotting soul , the stench of his misery and his melancholic eyes lets nobody near him .He used to space out during classes often and with his plummeting self-esteem and a new found nonchalant attitude none of the insults and jokes made by teachers could snap him out of this state , the teachers put efforts because the boy wasn't always a lost cause . Like an icepack to the torn tendon , his problems were beyond their petty jokes could fix ,his heart was and full of resentment towards everybody even from the slight moments of comedy that took place in the classroom ,nothing comforted him . Even before the first year of high school finished he dropped out , somehow he finished high school by self- studying . Even with this achievement his heart remained heavy and bitterness and envy poisoned his mind , his result was mediocre even with such efforts , he questioned the fairness of everything , he questioned existence and the meaning behind it and now the deep rooted existential crisis was another burden he had to carry .He still tries of live resiliently even with all this baggage of unanswered question , but there was a time he didn't need to be resilient ,the time that had passed before the burden crushed his soul , he was different person . The present was end of hopefulness and companionship.
Even with everything that surrounds him , he scribbles down words for hours and stays cooped up in a room . Sometimes his contempt on the pen with the tearing pressure on the paper seemed like he was cursing someone of to death , while sometimes with a sadistic smile as if planning a coup , he resembled an rebellious exile .
The boy wields a weapon and a dead cold resolve , he whispers evil into the mind perhaps what echoes back are the minds own dreadful thoughts . He feels glimmering hope when he feels the gaze of another person in the unending black and darkness . Enshrouded in a dark shadow and the watchful eyes of fate , not immobile nor incapable but still unable to escape .
" Your purpose is to be striving for vengeance , where it hurts the most now is the place where you should be looking at . " a thought that consoled him but they were not his own , it was as if a phantom whispered its sound into the air , when the breeze hits his ears and cushions his body in warm embrace . The boy spoke in unison to the voice , his mind yields to the evil whispers .