Suraj Banjade

But it is worse than that, because as I move through them, the little shitfuckers pick up on the scent of blood and they start taunting me.

“Letter Man.” Hits me from all sides and my teeth clench, my hands form fists, I want to kill them all so much.  I move away, trying to find somewhere safe or my friends, there is safety in numbers for me, but they follow me taunting me mercilessly.  I want to burn the whole fucking world down around them; hurt them and kill them, destroy them utterly.

But they’re kids and don’t know what they’re messing with, though they should, and I can’t wholly hate them for being the ignorant, stupid little shitfuckers they have been raised to be.