Drowning in a mire of sins and filth, it drags me… swallows me, trying to enter my entrails and become me—just me.
While the other bodies danced around in an ecstasy of freedom, there he stood—not dancing, but still, bathed in his perfection. Arms outstretched toward the light, the eternal happy ending, he was pulled from the barrenness of this earth. They embraced him with all their love.
What about me? WHY NOT ME?! I deserve to be him! I deserve heaven! Love! And light! I AM!
THE CHOSEN ONE!
The eyes of the hater burned with feverish anger, a silent declaration that the wound had cut deeper than flesh—down to the very core of his being. Happiness was no longer their desire: to exist in a body that was not theirs, to claim a soul and a fate they did not deserve. Their only purpose became to have what was never meant to be theirs—even if it meant dragging others into hell.
And from that day on, grudges filled their hearts, never to fade again.