Evil Thoughts

He was 16. His background was of no importence and his education was useless. He had just turned off the TV to go to bed, just like he had done the last night and the night before that. He quickly folded the clothes which he had put off all day and climbed into bed. The light was still on so he had no plan to fall asleep yet. While the rest of the house slept, he fell into a state of realization. As he lay there on the bed, the thoughts reminded him that his future was still very uncertain. Throughout this boy's life he had never worried about that, telling himself there would be time for that stuff later.
Conversations came to mind like a taperecorder playing inside his head. These sentences haunted him whit truth. He forced his mind to sonething else. He thought of the drug he had used to abuse his own mind. This drug abolished morals and standards so that new ones to its liking could be installed instead. His warped brain forced him to realize what this drug had done to him.

Disgusted with himself he again forced himself to think of something fresh. He thought of the one whom he had lost. This one was like no other. This one could understand and worship the mighty thoughts his brain could produce. But still, she was no longer there to help him find his way back to the firm mental footing he once had. Then he thought of the one whom he brought the best out of. She too loved his thoughts and words. She too he would have done anything for. She too was gone. Now the thoughts these people had loved so much were now betraying their master. He then came to anotehr realizment that he's been wasting his life toward no purpose. He looked at his talents as just mere time absorbing foolish quests.
With noghing left to continue on for, he wished for death. He wished that he could simply fade away from everyone's memory. His mental depression grew larger, as he even gave up his dreams of revenge and torture. He began to weep inside, but still showing no physical signs of torment or anguish. But soon his morals, while currupted and damaged, moved him to rethink his decision fo self harm because of the consequences inflicted on those left behind. He again slepped into self pitty for he had no clue of his future or hopes or dreams.
Finally he considered the alternative which seemed always to presnet itself when these reality attacks strike. As others had already regareded him as crazy, he started to honestly believe that himself. There was talk of there being a mental hospital near. He questioned himself if he actually believed himself to be crazy. At that question he became angry with himself to even suggest such a thing. The anger and strength of reality was only matched by the thoughts that came the night before he had planned to murder his father.
A smile spread across his face when he remembered the night he held the aluminum bat above his head ready to kill his father. For the first time in his life he felt the true emotion of anger. Anger so pure that it infested his brain with thoughts and goals much more painful than a simple clubing while the bictum lay resting. For these reasons he spared his father's life.. Only to plan a further torture later. The smile seemed to represent everthing that he had loved in his life. The one's whom he lost that would never be forgotten. The careless attitude toward his own bleak future. The pure anger that blazed in his heart and mind. With his thoughts finally silenced, the smile faded, and he fell asleep to dream about the tortures in life still to come.