Sketch #9

Monsters. 

children

There were all kind of monsters around him. But the worse were the humans. Those were the ones making him wish to die. Why couldn't be easier? Why couldn't they kill him? Was asking for too much? 

He was disgusting. Why should he be alive? He only will contamine others. 

"Please", he asked for the last time. That would be the last time he used the words. 

He was so tired. Tired of being a piece of s***. 

He couldn't feel anymore. 

His body was always sleepy, just like is mind. 

He didn't care how many people enter in the room, his jail. He didn't move when they did what they want with is body. 

Some wanted him to scream. 

He didn't. 

Some wanted him to cry. 

He didn't - anymore.

Some just wanted to hurt him. ´

They did. 

He didn't show how much.

Some liked violence. 

He also liked. It made him feel alive. 

But not anymore. 

He just wanted to be with some one that would kill him. Could be fast or not. He didn't care. He just wanted silence. To not feel anything. 

He didn't have salvation. He didn't have hope. 

Until the day a young couple saved him. He didn't want to be alive. 

He wasn't worth it. 

They didn't let him disappear. 

But the monsters are still there. Under so many faces. Under the smiles. 

He wanted to die. 

How could he trust again?

How could the young couple love him? Why would they? 

He hated love! What they were trying to teach him was a lie.