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The first time He tried it, He was merely 10. The torment He'd gone through is still kept a secret until this very day. No one ever came close to knowing what had actually happened or the extend of the torture they'd forced unto Him to the point that He wanted to call it quits.
Unlike us, who are still here slaving day and night with sheer effort just so we can claim to be the sturdy survivors we believe we are, He wanted to end it all.
As the world passed by around Him, He was pretty much in a daze. He never completed His homework nor did He have a decent exercise book to copy the lessons taught by His teachers. The bell rang one after another, but He remained there like a statue unmoved and untouched by the occurrences surrounding Him.
The only time He was Himself was during the English lessons. The teacher whose whimsical conduct and entertaining activities was the only reason keeping Him hanging on to a glint of hope that prolonged His existence. But, little did she know that the end was drawing nearer.
He had a "Ringgit" that day. He bought 5 penknives from the tuck-shop. He ask the boy sitting next to Him if he had ever wished to kill someone. The boy answered "Yes". So, He took them out from His pocket and handed them to him. Then, He asked "Would you please kill Me?" The boy answered "Yes" again.
Holding the blade carefully, the boy took His arm, turned His wrist and slash it. A stream of blood gushed out from His flesh. A jolt of electricity went through His body. The boy was shocked, but He felt alive. "Do it again" He commanded. They boy hesitated.
Unlike us, who are still here slaving day and night with sheer effort just so we can claim to be the sturdy survivors we believe we are, He wanted to end it all.
As the world passed by around Him, He was pretty much in a daze. He never completed His homework nor did He have a decent exercise book to copy the lessons taught by His teachers. The bell rang one after another, but He remained there like a statue unmoved and untouched by the occurrences surrounding Him.
The only time He was Himself was during the English lessons. The teacher whose whimsical conduct and entertaining activities was the only reason keeping Him hanging on to a glint of hope that prolonged His existence. But, little did she know that the end was drawing nearer.
He had a "Ringgit" that day. He bought 5 penknives from the tuck-shop. He ask the boy sitting next to Him if he had ever wished to kill someone. The boy answered "Yes". So, He took them out from His pocket and handed them to him. Then, He asked "Would you please kill Me?" The boy answered "Yes" again.
Holding the blade carefully, the boy took His arm, turned His wrist and slash it. A stream of blood gushed out from His flesh. A jolt of electricity went through His body. The boy was shocked, but He felt alive. "Do it again" He commanded. They boy hesitated.
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