<div align=center>I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere</div>
<div align=right>Breaking Benjamin-I will not bow</div>
William was pissed, his blood boiling, making it harder to hear the overwhelming sound of the giant waves crashing against the shore as it drummed loudly inside his ears, every note a battle song. He clenched his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth as he bit against his cheek, grabbing a fist of his own hair as he tried to suppress the feeling that killing somebody right now would be such a good idea... And that was it, wasn't it? He wanted to kill someone, to hit, and break, and tear until the burning need in his gut would go away, and he was tired of suppressing it, and he was so pissed. So, so pissed.
He thought that getting a bad reputation would push them away. Threatening to kill someone with a mad look in his eyes every time somebody dared to make a comment about those ridiculous rumors they themselves have made up about him worked for some time, and they left him to roam the halls in relative peace. However, the downside of all this was that, given time, it only served to breed more rumours, and more and more of this violent behaviour was needed to stop them talking when he came down the hall, until, at some point, it became more than a defence mechanism, more than a simple habit-it became his true nature and his fu*king loved every minute of it. It gave him reason, reason to be mad, reason to be violent, and a near completely free rein, for he had realised that a delinquent doesn't have to follow the rules, doesn't have to show up on time or bother to write his homework because nobody expected him to. And it wasn't like they could kick him out of the school. Where else could a freak of nature like him go?, he reasoned, and stomping on that fear, continued to do as he would.
Only, even this had to come to and end once. The teachers got tired of his behaviour, the stuff treating him like he wasn't worth of their time, and the other students, seeing what, became less afraid of him. And thus, the bullying and the name calling and the rumours of this and that that he has done started yet again. This time, there was no escape from that. He had already done everything that he could. It was just that this time he was not a boy who just stepped on the island, afraid both of his power and the world, unable to speak two words without clamming up. No, this time, he was a violent fighting machine with a sword wielding warrior on his side (although the sword wielding warrior part was for the most part unreliable; Warrior refused to fight whenever he saw that the fighting was unnecessary; he didn't want William bullied but he also refused to hurt anybody). So William fought, breaking noses and twisting arms, until the school has finally had enough, suspending him from classes. That was the first time he seriously thought about clawing somebody's eyes out, when that stupid woman came to tell him that he wasn't allowed in the building any more, as she fixed those ugly as shit small red glasses. He started at her for a minute, before turning around and running away.
He came here, hoping to calm down, however, the shaking of the ground beneath his feet because of the harsh ocean waves did nothing for his pulse. If anything, it only made it beat stronger.
William... Spirit spoke, and his shoulders tensed at the very sound of the wolf's voice. He has been waiting for him to speak for hours now.
However, the wolf said nothing more, simply nuzzling his head against the boy's hand, as if he was asking to be petted (and if anybody who ever saw this commented on it later, that person would soon finde themselves without an arm or a leg they could have sworn they had just a moment before).
Usually, this would be enough to get him out of his fool mood, however, today, it did nothing for him. The soft fur brushed against his fingertips, and he he felt nothing but a need to grab and pull. He sighed, his chest feeling heavy.
Why couldn't the world just disappear?
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere</div>
<div align=right>Breaking Benjamin-I will not bow</div>
William was pissed, his blood boiling, making it harder to hear the overwhelming sound of the giant waves crashing against the shore as it drummed loudly inside his ears, every note a battle song. He clenched his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth as he bit against his cheek, grabbing a fist of his own hair as he tried to suppress the feeling that killing somebody right now would be such a good idea... And that was it, wasn't it? He wanted to kill someone, to hit, and break, and tear until the burning need in his gut would go away, and he was tired of suppressing it, and he was so pissed. So, so pissed.
He thought that getting a bad reputation would push them away. Threatening to kill someone with a mad look in his eyes every time somebody dared to make a comment about those ridiculous rumors they themselves have made up about him worked for some time, and they left him to roam the halls in relative peace. However, the downside of all this was that, given time, it only served to breed more rumours, and more and more of this violent behaviour was needed to stop them talking when he came down the hall, until, at some point, it became more than a defence mechanism, more than a simple habit-it became his true nature and his fu*king loved every minute of it. It gave him reason, reason to be mad, reason to be violent, and a near completely free rein, for he had realised that a delinquent doesn't have to follow the rules, doesn't have to show up on time or bother to write his homework because nobody expected him to. And it wasn't like they could kick him out of the school. Where else could a freak of nature like him go?, he reasoned, and stomping on that fear, continued to do as he would.
Only, even this had to come to and end once. The teachers got tired of his behaviour, the stuff treating him like he wasn't worth of their time, and the other students, seeing what, became less afraid of him. And thus, the bullying and the name calling and the rumours of this and that that he has done started yet again. This time, there was no escape from that. He had already done everything that he could. It was just that this time he was not a boy who just stepped on the island, afraid both of his power and the world, unable to speak two words without clamming up. No, this time, he was a violent fighting machine with a sword wielding warrior on his side (although the sword wielding warrior part was for the most part unreliable; Warrior refused to fight whenever he saw that the fighting was unnecessary; he didn't want William bullied but he also refused to hurt anybody). So William fought, breaking noses and twisting arms, until the school has finally had enough, suspending him from classes. That was the first time he seriously thought about clawing somebody's eyes out, when that stupid woman came to tell him that he wasn't allowed in the building any more, as she fixed those ugly as shit small red glasses. He started at her for a minute, before turning around and running away.
He came here, hoping to calm down, however, the shaking of the ground beneath his feet because of the harsh ocean waves did nothing for his pulse. If anything, it only made it beat stronger.
William... Spirit spoke, and his shoulders tensed at the very sound of the wolf's voice. He has been waiting for him to speak for hours now.
However, the wolf said nothing more, simply nuzzling his head against the boy's hand, as if he was asking to be petted (and if anybody who ever saw this commented on it later, that person would soon finde themselves without an arm or a leg they could have sworn they had just a moment before).
Usually, this would be enough to get him out of his fool mood, however, today, it did nothing for him. The soft fur brushed against his fingertips, and he he felt nothing but a need to grab and pull. He sighed, his chest feeling heavy.
Why couldn't the world just disappear?