Gary August stared outside the
window to see the dead grass, sleeping trees and the sunrise. There was a
collage of colors that was pink, red, violet and it represented death to him.
It was a morning like no other and for Gary it was going to be a day he wouldn't
forget.
He
scratched his scruffy chin with his finger. His grey eyes revealed that he was fidgety,
angry and hadn’t gotten any sleep for days. His black hair drooped over his
eyes and ears as he noticed a few snowflakes fall next to his window. It was
April and the snow had melted on the lawn, but it was starting to snow.
Tears emerged in his eyes as he heard the voices in his head telling him to kill the ones that taunted him. He remembered how they embarrassed, beat him up and laughed at him when he would make mistakes or ask stupid questions in class, but that was a long time ago and now he was a grown up and would have to act mature and natural at his new job at the post office.
They
changed him into this carnage of hate. This hate machine that loved to kill
people and use guns and knives to shed blood. It was like a lovely green meadow
that had become a victim to a wildfire. His classmates teased and hurt him was
the wildfire that destroyed his innocence, the child of the past. The teachers
and guidance counselors thought he lost his mind and went crazy when he went to
high school. The innocence was transformed into vengeance by starting fires to
the bullies responsible. It would sometimes start with a bullet in the brain or
a knife in the chest, but he never got caught by the police. Even the best
detectives in the world could track his trail in the sewers because of the
urine and shit they would have to sniff out like hounds. They could not find
him.
Gary inhaled his cigarette as the window
fogged up with the memories unraveled through his mind and became more than
real, they haunted him. He loved his Camels and Marlboros and remembered every
morning getting ready for school only to be laughed at, mocked, and betrayed by
those that claimed to be his friend. The so-called friends were nothing more
than traitors.
To be continued. . . . . . . . . .
