“From this high up we really do look like ants huh significant little ants…”

Standing at the edge of the school rooftop I can see everyone running around since its lunch time now and all the students are laughing and enjoying their so called school life creating precious cherious memories. I can’t deny that I don’t envy them… because I truly do envy them..

*drip…* *drip…*

“I did it again…”

Looking down at my left arm I can see that I’m bleeding again from gripping too hard causing my nails to be embedded on my skin. It’s a random habit of mine whenever I feel scared of angry but I don’t feel any pain… At first I did but now all I feel is when my cold blood trickles down my arm…

You might be wondering why I’m standing on top of this rooftop.

Well it’s simple really I'm going to jump off.

Yeah crazy right?.. Well I can’t deny those words no sane person would do this unless maybe I discovered my amazing ability to fly and to activate my power I must jump from a high building to overcome my limits!

Nah I’m just fucking with you.

I’m doing this because I want to die…

Why I want to die? Well my life is shit. My very existence is nothing but a waste of space is what everyone tells me. Ever since I was born I’ve my existence meant nothing…

Since I was young my father beats me every night saying how its all my fault that mother left when I was 2 for another man. Everyday when I go to school I would be covered in bruises or have a black eye there was even some days where I had broken arms or legs. Naturally you would go to the doctors for those but since my father was an alcoholic all his money goes to alcohol so my broken arms or legs were treated by me or naturally healed by itself. I didn’t do such a good job though I didn’t know about casts at that time so when the bone healed it didn’t heal at the right place so my arms are oddly curved and my left foot can’t stand up straight for some reason so when I walk I limp.

You might be saying why didn’t you tell the police or adult about your situation? Well I did but they didn’t care. My father is a well known drunk of this town for running over 3 kids long time ago but he didn’t get arrested since his lawyer got him to fake mental illness to win the case.

Since I’m the son of a killer they don’t care…

With the beatings and the lack of food in my house it didn’t help me much when going to school. Since I was a kid I was very small, skinny and walking with a limp so I was an easy target to pick on. With my lack of strength and words the bullying never ended.

I learned that if you don’t say anything they usually leave you alone after a beating or two. Also I try to avoid eye contact apparently my eyes are like a dead fish whenever I look at someone they shiver and call me a freak.

“Kyaah!!!”

“Firee!!”

“The Gym is on fire!!!”

Looking down at the attached building next to the school I did a small nod to confirm my correct estimate on how big the fire will get until everyone starts to notice, 10 minutes.

That gym is on fire because of me before dying I decided to kill some people that bullied me well I wanted to kill everyone in school even the ones who did nothing but my constitution is too weak even a small girl can probably beat me up and out run me.

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So right after gym class was over when everyone was changing I chained the doors of the changing rooms and lit the gyms teachers office on fire that was next to the changing rooms.

I did it all under 10 minutes, it helped a lot too that it was the principals birthday so all the teachers are in principal’s office celebrating.

“Oh, they arrive quite fast”

Few police cars with their roaring sirens arrived in front of the school.

Their not here for the fire but probably for me.

Earlier this morning just before coming to school before lunch started and setting the gym on fire I went to where father usually takes his normal route to get his morning booze and just as he turned the corner where I was waiting I stabbed him in the chest with a kitchen knife.

He looked surprised and shocked seeing me with my hand inside his chest.

Grabbing me for support he looked at me with a shocked face muttering a words.

“Ww-hy.. Why…”

Looking straight at my fathers eyes, I took my knife out of his chest and slowly stabbed him again at the heart while muttering a few words.

“Because I want to die.”

Giving up his last breath, the final face he had was fear and anguished as he slowly fell to the ground.

I can’t say that I feel happy that I killed the people who hurt me, surprsingly I actually don’t feel anything at all…

I did kill them because they did hurt me but not for pleasure more like I’m about to die anyways might as well kill them, its more like a to do list before I die.

“Hah, I guess its time”

This is it my so called life will be over.

*drip* *drip*

“Huh?, I'm crying?...”

Feeling a drip of warm water flowing down my face I realize that I’m crying, actually crying.

*I’m really crying…*

*ha..ha..*

Touching my cheeks to confirm that they’re real I couldn’t help but laugh I never cry even when my arm gets broken. I thought I lost all these emotions long ago…

I guess before dying even I would at least feel something…

For some reason I smiled as I slowly stepped off the building falling off…

Feeling the wind while falling gave me a weird sense of feeling almost like I’m free…

*Thud!!!*

Landing my whole body aches of pain for a moment than suddenly the pain disappears as the whole world became nothing but darkness…

The darkness surrounds me, consuming me making one with the darkness.

There was nothing…

But darkness…

Becoming one with the darkness my very existence disappears but it felt right…

Comfortable…

For the first time I felt in place.

“Silvin… Please wake up…”

“A voice?”

From the darkness I suddenly hear a voice.

Slowly opening my eyes I see a old mans face covered in blood looking at me with deep worry.

“I’m alive?”