Alone

Is it normal to feel alone? I’m not sure but if it is, then I hate being normal. But I’m not exactly normal am I? I like to be alone, not feel alone. There is a huge difference between these two, just so you know. Being alone is where you can think, relax and just chill. Feeling alone is where you feel that there is no one for you. It’s just you against the world. Unfortunately, that’s how I feel. All the time.

            Sitting alone at the back of the classroom, watching all my classmates being so happy with their wide smiles and their bright faces. Why doesn’t anyone talk to me? Am I that unlikable? The only time someone talks to me is if they want to borrow something. Typical of us humans. Only when they need something do they do things like talking to me. A dumb, stupid kid at the back of the class. So what am I to do? Only wanted when they want. Only needed when they need. Just like a mere tool, used when a job needs to be finished but after, just thrown into some dark and lonely corner. Why am I not accepted by them? Is something wrong with me? How am I different?

            From the depths of my heart, I feel terrified. Why am I always like this? Did I do something wrong? Am I just that unattractive to everyone else? It’s terrible to feel alone. No one to laugh with. No one to hang out and just chill. Just me, myself and I. What did I ever do to deserve something like this? I am not the poorest nor am I the richest. Not the smartest nor the dumbest. I am just an average guy with an average life. So why me?

            Is my life really that uninteresting that no one cares? Or is there something wrong with my attitude, which makes me so hated? Is there something wrong with the way I look that creeps everyone out? Or maybe I am just that peculiar? Whenever groups are chosen, I am always the last. They forget about me and I am only chosen because my teacher forces a group to take me in. the my new group members will look at me with those eyes. Cold. Angry. I can feel their hostility towards me. I just don’t understand. Is the fact that I exist the reason I am loathed so much? could it be that I do not belong in this place, but I come from somewhere else where everyone is just like me? Why did God create such a creature like me to ever walk on the face of this earth?

            I am not really sure of what I am supposed to be doing, but I if there ever was a mistake made, I would most definitely be number 1 on that list. An accident. More or less the story of my life. But that’s life. And life is all about going through all these hard moments. Maybe if I just pull through, I can have real friends in the future. 

Creatures of the Light

                Another bright morning. Same as yesterday. Everyone’s favorite type of day. Except a few odd people. Including me. Those people don’t know what’s so bad about a nice warm day do they. Every single human being in this world has their mentality stuck on one thing. Dark is bad, light is good. It’s a pity that they don’t know that a good looking day is not only nice for humans, but for them demons as well.

                Demons. Creatures not of the dark, but of the light. They strike when you least expect it. Corrections. They don’t strike, they leech on. And they strike when there are no eyes to see, no ears to hear. Millions of them walk on the streets. Invisible to the human eye. But not mine. I have been gifted by God with this eye. The eye to see them. Though born with one eye, it’s more than enough for me to fulfill my destiny. A Peacemaker.

                Peacemakers are people who possess special abilities, you could say, to detect and kill demons. No, demons are not like what normal people think. These demons are different. When they strike, they do not kill. They become like a parasite and the human, host. They acquire the knowledge of their host and act identical to the host. But on a bright sunny morning, they multiply. Though only giving birth to two offspring at a time, they are still highly dangerous. For what reason you may ask. Well, if I told you Osama bin Laden was a demon how would you react? Not to mention many other famous terrorist or murderers. Jack the Ripper, Sweeney Todd barber. You name that person, it was a demon.

                Is there a chance of a host to fight back? Yes, most people fight back. But what happens is not pleasant. The effects are the reason why songs like Hold On by Good Charlotte exist. If a demon can’t have total control over the host, they kill that host and themselves. No, they don’t kill the host. They MAKE the host kill themselves. But a demon is not able to live without its host. Thus they will die as well. But it is their belief that if total control is not theirs, than it is better to not exist. Yes, you could say that they are control freaks.

                Peacemakers can kill demons without hurting their host. Even before it leeches on, if seen by a Peacemaker, consider them dead. We have special weapons customized by God himself to hunt down these creatures. Mine would be the fingers on my left hand. Grab them, and they will die before my very eyes. Not the coolest of weapons, but if it works, then it’s more than enough.

                Anyways, as I was saying, it’s a bright morning. Time for me to do what I must do. 

Life

She sat alone at the desk. All curled up in her comfy chair. Staring at the laptop. Just another normal day of Scarlet Parker. How exciting. The only thing different about this day from other days is the cute little shirt she was wearing. New, cheap and comfy. Just like her chair. Except the chair wasn’t cheap. Or new. It was one of the last things they managed to save from the fire 6 years ago. Don’t ask why a chair. It was just saved. Unlike her mother who was trapped on the second floor with no means to escape. Or her 5 year old brother, Charlie hand and capped since birth. Handicapped. Accident.  The number of times she wished the chair was replaced with her mother. Not really Charlie. That would just be the pore of even more trouble. Core, sorry. It is already disastrous with just the both of them. The other person is her elder brother, Bob, not her father, if you’re wondering. Elder or older? So confusing…. Abandoned them 5 days after Charlie’s birth. OH WELL. THAT IS LIFEEEEEE.

            She’s 16 now. Bob is 25. Trying to make a living by working 20 hours a day. Just enough money to put food, mainly instant noodles, on the table for her. Who knows what Bob eats. She barely sees him, and if she does, it’s for 5 minutes at most. Bearly I mean, excuse me. Or was it barely? ARGH!! After that he’ll fly out of the door to get on time for his next job. She will never be able to understand how he could juggle 3 jobs at once. And why she had to go to school. If only she could help. But nooooo. “You must finish your education. You can’t stop your education” he says. If only she didn’t love him so much to fulfill his bitc-wishes. She could only sigh. Life. He had to leave college and start working. Admittedly, life was hard before this but things just went from bad to worse. Now it’s from worse to worser. Then it’s going to be worser to worsest. Who cares about all the little grammar mistakes when she is not doing anything to contribute to the all-important education she was getting? Yes it was the beloved brother who was handling it, but what had Scarlet done? Nothing. Wake up. Bath. Eat. Go school. Come home. Eat. Bath. Get on the computer. Finish homework. Laze around the house. Eat again. Laze around again. Sleep. Repeat. The pergs of the life of SCARLETTTTTT PARKERRRRRR!!!!  *cheer* *cheer* Or was it perks? Whatever. No difference. As soon as this sucky boring life was over…. She’d work. Work like no tomorrow. Bob could quit one of his jobs. Spend more time at home. With her. She could be happy again. Happier at least. Then worser can go back to worse. Maybe back to bad as well. But she must be realistic. The chances of that happening is next to 0 percent. And it was not a positive number. Ah well. She must go on. Sukcum to her brother’s wishes. For now. Or was it succumb? Hmmmm. English needs polishing for sure. But other than that her life was set. She was ready to embarrass the future. Or was it embrace?