Under the sea lies a Dark Angel

Its about a young man, who went through bad things throughout his life, which changed him to a very mean man. He then falls in love with Janelle, who changes his life into a whole new one.

I grew up with hate. Hate, hate, and hate. Betrayal was in my eyes. I hated everyone. Especially friends, for me, they are just creatures that are designed for me to fulfill my hatred. That’s all. This is me, and trust me, people tried to change me, but I made them fear their happiness. All girlfriends that I had before, they were nothing to me but stupid people I’m using for breaking hearts and being happy. People live to be happy. But my life statement was: People live to face their fears and life, that’s of course full of hatred and betrayal. I always hated everyone. My family, my friends, basically my whole life, and in reverse, I’ll see them break down in front of my eyes, and that will make me happy no doubts. Not believing me? Okay.

One day, my sister, Angela, told me that she has a crush on a popular boy in high school, which was, of course, bullshit to me. Whatever, I went the next day to that guy and told him Angela has a crush on you, and he was happy. Later that day, Angela messaged me saying: “Thanks, we are in a relationship. Love you!” But I hated those words. I hate to feel that someone was happy because of me. So what I did was the following. We have a cousin named Fred. He is about Angela’s age, and they always held hands and they were best friends. One day, I called them to play truth or dare, and then made them kiss each other. A second later, Charlie, the boy Angela loves and is currently in a relationship with, telling Angela everything was over between them and some dramatic other s**t words of something called “Love”. Yes, I did it. I got my phone and took a picture of them kissing. Then, sent it by mail to him. But of course, I didn’t use my mail. I made a fake one. Ta da. Everything was the way I wanted. I hated seeing people happy. It hurts my soul.

Not convinced that a 20 aged boy would do that? Hear that then. My mom and dad developed this thing called “Family” By fighting the whole time. Once, I wanted to show dad that I was by his side. So I made him tell me everything, to later on discover that he stole mom’s whole bank money. So, what would your boy do? Of course, I sent the bank information to my mom. Later on by a small message: “Its daddy”. I like seeing them both, mad, sad, broken, and betrayed. Life was a game for me. Love was a word used to get along with my whole plan. Dumb people would believe, and if I was in their place I would too. I was so convincing. That’s a point for me! That might be a bad introduction. But I’m not that dangerous. I just kill and eat hearts, just like picking a tissue from the floor. So easy, but I don’t kill people for real. But it’s not my fault if they die for “Love”, all what I did is broke that chain called “Love”. But I don’t even care. Do I? No. Good.

I hated everyone. I had lots of friends. Oh sorry. Misspelled it, I had lots of enemies that I use. Everyone around me was just a weapon. And the attack was hearts. The goal, the life meaning was “Shoot the heart using weapons”, but that doesn’t mean physically. Mentally, make people wish they were dead. Make them hate you. Wondering if anyone has same symptoms of braveness? Yes, true, I called it braveness. It is. 

No matter how much someone tries to change me. He is actually changing himself to me. I sometimes hated people to end up like that. Not my family. Not my friends. Not my girlfriends. But my loved ones, do you think I became like that with just growing up with problems in the family? No. I also had people that I loved so much before I became who I am now. For example, Chess, she was my teacher. On the level where I should get into school, my parents were poor. And in the village we live in, was I private tutor named Chess. She loved me so much. Si=o she gave me free lessons, and that’s how I got educated. After I became 10 years old, is when, by a mistake, I discover something. Something that enhanced my hatred towards people, it was something I got really betrayed from. And from that moment, I wanted all people to feel the same. I had a small sister, named Barbra, she was 1 year older than me. One day, my sister had a very serious sickness, she always felt nauseous and always tired. This led to her death after 3 months. What does this have to do with Chess? I’ll tell you. After a month of Barbra’s death, I accidently found out that Chess was the reason. Barbra was my soul, I used to tell her everything. She was a close friend more than a sister. I was looking in the basement, I wanted to gather Barbra’s stuff and organize them in my room, but I accidently found a small letter written by Chess to someone called William. William was the owner of this small town, so I took the letter and left it in my drawer. Later that day, I was cleaning my clothes, then it fell down, I bent to grab it, and realized Barbra’s name written everywhere. I started reading, “Hello William, it’s me, Chess, I did what you asked for, I started private tutoring Greg’s boy, Joe, and we are really close now, I read your last letter, and I placed some medicines in her food, lots, each day a pill that was powerful than the other, so she can die slowly, and you said my money will be ready soon, wont it?” and she had signed it.

While I was reading this, I was crying so hard. My dad, Greg, took a thousand dollar for the paying our bills, and dad didn’t have enough money to return it back. William said he will do something serious, either he pays what he took from him, or he leaves the town. He couldn’t do both. So he placed Chess to tell him everything. She was sitting between us. She was one of us. How could she? I felt totally betrayed. I thought at that age that everyone was like that.

Later when I grew up, we became rich, and dad paid William. I couldn’t tell dad. I can’t. But I will, sooner or later. But it might be too late. But I don’t care. And Chess, of course, left the whole city with her million dollars that William gave her. How could a person do that? She was my second mother.

Many stories changed me. I kept my head up, even though, on every single story I get knocked down, I never fought, but that’s why I changed, I changed to be able to fight innocent people, just the way everyone did to me. I was innocent. I was a little boy full of happiness and dreams. But this little boy changed over the years. To become a big, old man, who fears no one. Who is a heart breaker. Who can’t stand seeing people happy. That’s who I am. Understand?

I might seem very mean. Or a wicked person, but I don’t care. I wanted people to see me like that. That way ill feel 100% better.