(It’s a dark story)

I never wanted to be surrounded by darkness.

But the darkness was all I had.

All I remember.

It had always been around me, everywhere I went, there was no escaping it.

I was never scared of it.

It was almost like we were friends, family even.

At school people said that I was a secret serial killer, that I had done horrible things in my past. Because I was the “quiet kid”.

I had gotten bullied on a daily basis.

Pain mentally and physically was a normal thing to happen to me. I had become numb to everything in the world.

The night was the only comfort to me. It was when everyone was asleep.

I was alone, with the darkness.

And one night,

After possibly the worst pain I went through.

The darkness for the first time in my life spoke to me.

And told me to do something that would change my life as I knew it.

So the next day, I came to school very early with gasoline…

And a lighter.

Surrounded the school with gasoline, the inside had plenty too.

When everyone was in class, I snuck out of the building and lit the gasoline, and ran.

My old life is now gone, Burt to a crisp.

A few days later, I found my face and name on a wanted poster.

For burning a school down and ending the lives of many.

But I knew I was going to be fine because the darkness will shroud me, it will hide me from those who want me dead.

But I am no longer being abused mentally or physically.

I never have to see those jerks ever again.

I am finally happy.