SHHH

SHHH

Prologue

��Don��t you get it? You all did this. You did it to yourselves! The lies, the backstabbing. The betrayals����

I said, my voice hoarse, my anger out in the open, there was nothing to hide now, nothing to run from, this was their fault, all of their faults.

��If you hadn��t been such indecent human beings, there��d be nothing to expose about you, there��d be no reason for the damage cost. There would be no chaos. You all did it�� all of you.��

What people didn��t understand was that, we lived in a society today where speaking freely was no longer an option, being honest was a rarity and it wasn��t because people were afraid to speak their mind no, it was because the lies they fed to others fuelled their hunger for destroying others. They fed on breaking lives, doing damage and creating destruction.

These people were no victims, they were monsters and they reflected their image onto me, though what I had done was no inhumane but merely justice, I was punishing them for their sins. They didn��t deserve to live without knowing what they had done wrong, I wouldn��t allow it.

��You go on and on and on about how you��re so tired of fake people and fake friends but have you ever tried to take one look in the mirror? Have you saw yourself? Ever really truly looked into your own eyes? Did you find any life in them? Because not only are you dead inside but there is no life on the outside of your layers of skin either, you are a phantom of destruction, you are a poison, a virus. You just keep on spreading and spreading and eventually, you drag everyone around you in and make them become just like you. You are a plague.��

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I relived the horror they put me through and allowed that anger take over me, allowed it to give me the push I needed to not give up, to not be human and forgive. Forgiveness was for the weak, forgiveness was a way of escaping your demons, it was a way of trying to move on with your life so you didn��t have to deal with the aftermath of the damage others had done to you but me, I was no coward, I would not forgive, I would not forget, I would wake up every morning and remind myself of what everyone had done to me so that I didn��t go to sleep relying on a person to be decent because I knew, there were no decent people out there and I would be a fool to believe in such fairytales.

Keeping my eyes open and zeroed in on my prey, I breathed in the fumes of my rage as I held up my knife, twisting it around to show how precious it was and what kind of damage it could do as I said;

��I am going to kill you because you deserve it, not because I��m a murderer.��

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