I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that was one of these days. I groaned and fell back in bed, not wanting to get up. At least there was school today and I can pick on her. My heart immediately filled with hatred at the thought of her, and I clenched my fists and remembered I can wreak my revenge soon. I got out of bed and ignored my parents, who did likewise. Growing up with talking zombies as parents can be useful sometimes. I clenched my fist, and watched my mum and dad rush around, talking on the phone with not a spare glance towards me. I left the house without a good-morning or a goodbye.

I felt it growing around me as i stayed oblivious to everything. The only thing that can wake me up from this.. this bubble is pain. I crave pain, the sharpness and the warmth. I love inflicting pain but also receiving it. I'm not suicidal but I do like to experiment on my worst days. I can't help it. I was born to parents who don't care and I became another toy in the game of Life. Life is the thing that molded and sculpted me to be like this.
I pass every day, like a routine, like a job that needs to be done. I don't care about anyone. Everyone else out there is stupid. Don't they realize everything they do is worthless? They're going to die anyway. I break off my train of thought as I near the school and put on my mask, my facade. I play it off until lunch, when I spot her, sitting alone on a table. Serves her right, and I get up to remind her of her place. I'm not too harsh, just a few sharp words and a quick pinch. She doesn't even react, staring down at her lunch with her eyes watering. I pinch a little harder then walk away, seething inside.

I see her at the end of the day, rushing towards her parents with her arms out and her eyes shining with love, and I look away, burning and a fire starting in the void left in me. The world becomes a bit more muffled and I pass the rest of the week, thinking about nothing, and noticing nothing. I didn't eat, didn't think, didn't care. The only relief was at night when I pinched myself and sometimes caused blood to run down. I still wanted to live, but that want was flickering and going out a bit more each day.
It was a Monday, and I just got at school. I saw her at the end of the hallway, and I couldn't handle it. I stood up, but everything went lopsided. She stared at me, confused then concerned, but that made my rage grow. I reached out to her, to harm her when my brain shut down, and I fell into the comforting blackness.