The Morning Before.

My Name is Trevor Brenton and I'm in deep shit(Author Note: *wink wink)

I've always been a bit of an oddball, never really fitting in with any of the other people my age or in my immediate environment, always staying by my self, talking as little as i possibly can manage and doing everything in my power not to stand out not due to any fear but simply because when you do things start getting troublesome with people giving you more work criticising the work you've done or just coming to 'give their own two cents', if i wanted your change i would open a toll booth.

I'm an orphan, never knew who my Parents were, grew up in a very inadequate foster care system that more or less dumped me with the first selfish little cocksucker who was looking for an excuse to have the government support her fucking addiction problem, an excuse with the name of me, that selfish little bitch.........

Calm Trevor.....Deep breaths.......Deep breaths

Anyways growing up in such a distasteful environment gave me a rather practical and some may say cynical world view which has protected me from everything from molesters to organ harvesters(I live in a very dangerous city)while some may see that as a sad way to grow i'm rather thankful for the fact that I didn't grow up to become like all the other naïve little patsies who don't understand the truth about the world around them.

If I were asked whether I have any regrets about my growing up I would say yes, because I regret not stabbing cunt bitch in the neck the first time she passed out in front of me, and not having let her die the second time she OD'ed, why the second time you ask, well because the first time I had administered the drugs myself so if she hadn't woken up I would have been in trouble and that would have been.....................unpleasant.

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Anyways such is my life, it hasn't made me into a sociopath mind you, simply practical, and because i'm not a sociopath I feel lonely from time to time and the lack of any purpose in my life made me unhappy, I want something to do, need it, a crusade of some sort to bury my head into, to seek the peek of the Universe to walk amongst the stars and slay the devils.............Ah

Sorry, my inner disease escaped for a second, I caught this particular bug after playing hundreds of video games and reading tons of light novels, it tends to leave me in the most ridiculous situations such as attacking the bullies about to smash my head in with a 'Fist Surpassing the Nine Realms' you can imagine the result

Why were they about to smash my head in you ask, well, It was a morning a long time ago(today) when I stumbled upon a damsel in distress(not really) and sought to save her(no seriously, non of that happened)

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They're fucking bullies, do they need a reason to bash you?

And so it was that a few minutes later I lay on the dirty floor of the Public Toilet of school, that I caught a glimps of the sky outside, it wasn't a good view mind you, everything was always overcast here, but it was the sky, so as I gazed about into its depths, I made a wish almost every teenager in my position would.

"I wish I could disappear."

And so I did.