(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.