“Why should I? If anything, you should be angrier than me!” Robert asserted “He'd come home, late and drunk and then would beat you. Instead of being brought to justice he just left. If I had my way he'd be dead by now!”
“SHUT UP!” Robert's mother bellowed. “I'm sorry I brought this up, now just get ready and go to school. I've got to go to work”
“Fine.” Robert snapped “I'm going the library until 6 tonight” Robert finished his cereal, grabbed his bag and stomped out of the house. Outside it was sunny but Robert this disappointing as he knew that this weather wouldn't last, it would just go and be replaced with rain, cold, dreary rain.
School, Robert found school disappointing. To him it was nothing but training kids how to be good at something so they can do that 'something' until they die. When the final bell rung signifying the end of school Robert was mildly content. This meant he could go to the library. Robert was fond of the library, in the library he could read and therefore escape into a world that was more exciting than real life. A place that wasn't so... disappointing. As he walked toward the library he noticed a trench coat and beanie hat sporting individual with long, knotted hair and dirty, black boots across the road from him staring at Robert but he just assumed the man had mistaken him for another person as he walked off after getting a good look at Robert.
Three hours later, Robert trudged his way home. Robert thought something was different at the library today, it was unusually... disappointing. While walking home a thought crossed Robert's mind. “Who was the man in the trench coat? Why was he staring at me? He was staring far too long to just be wondering who I was” just as that thought crossed his mind he noticed the trench coat man staring at him from an alley. Robert decided to follow him. As he walked into the alley he found the man holding a knife, muttering to himself. The man looked and stared at Robert with his pale blue eyes, peering into Robert's very soul. The man then muttered something intelligible to which Robert replied “come again?” The man then shrieked like a banshee and pounced at Robert, knife in hand. Robert sidestepped narrowly avoiding the psychopath's blade. Robert didn't find this disappointing, he found it... Exciting. The possibility of death from one mistake, the surge of adrenaline, it was Exhilarating. Robert returned with a punch in the psychopath's stomach, winding him. Robert then kicked the man in the jaw causing him to fall to the side and drop his knife. Robert quickly retrieved the knife and held it behind his back while the psychopath picked himself up. The man then flung himself at Robert like a Lion with a bloodlust but Robert swung the knife and slashed the psychopath in the chest. The psychopath then fell back, felt his chest and gasped. The psychopath then jumped to his feet and ran at Robert again. Robert readied the knife as the psychopath ran toward him. Robert swung the knife but the psychopath crouched and Robert only caught his hat pulling it off of his head. The psychopath then continued to run and tackled Robert, causing Robert to bang his head on the floor. While on the floor Robert got a look at the psychopath's face. “It's you” Robert inquired. The Psychopath shivered as Robert realised who he was. “You.. You monster!” Robert yelled. Robert then rolled to his side causing the psychopath to topple over. Then Robert leapt to his feet and kicked the psychopath over and over again. After about a minute Robert stopped and stared at the knife. As Robert grabbed the knife the psychopath plead “pl... please don't kill me”
“You deserve it” replied Robert bitterly
“You... you wouldn't kill your father would you?” the psychopath coward.
“You aren't worthy of being my father, you beat Mother over and over again, you fiend!”
“Bu... but this is brutality”
“No, this is Karma!” Robert shouted as the lunged toward his father with the knife. As he plunged the knife into his father he felt something. Not disappointment. Bliss. After he pulled the knife out, his father went limp as blood spilled out of him forming a pool of dark blood. “Must of hit his heart” Robert thought to himself as he began to walk home.
As Robert walked off in a euphoric daze He'd forgotten about the blood he was losing from his fractured skull due to a blow to the head. Robert collapsed as he was weaving in and out and of consciousness he couldn't help but feel... disappointment.
