augustine hated school.
it reminded him of hell.
after all, it was only a place where insecurities were made, where people tortured for their own sanity, for their own entertainment.
he was always disgusted by school.
he was disgusted by the horrible so-called human beings, with their fake smiles and their words like knives, slicing through the air, slicing into your soul.
he was disgusted by the torture.
how people bullied for their own entertainment, how people bullied to feel secure about themselves. and how people would stand on the sidelines watching. never having enough courage to stand up for others, for fear of themselves being targeted.
like how augustine never helped his parents.
like how selfish he was
people said it wasn't his fault, he couldn't have helped it.
yet he was so disgusted by himself. he thought of himself as a disgrace to the world.
but yes, yes he could have helped them. everyone knew he could have. everyone knew he shouldn't have made a deal with Lucifer. a deal with the devil.
in this world, you either get sacrificed, or you be the sacrificer.
and he chose the latter.
he chose to kill, to hunt, to sacrifice, for himself.
because that's what augustine was. he was a selfish child.
if his parents were watching him, they would be disappointed. disappointed in him, how he was losing control over reality. how he was losing a grip on sanity. how he was borderline insane.
but he didn't care anymore.
he didn't need anyone anymore. he didn't acknowledge people's thoughts of him anymore.
he found ways to relieve the pain.
ways to forget everything.
ways
to
be
high.
because everyone knows, being high is better than being happy.
augustine was drunk, definitely drunk. but he didn't give a fuck.
he studied his hand, noticing small details he never knew before.
they were rough, calloused, scarred. they had been through tough times with him.
so he wondered.
he wondered how hands could hurt.
and he wondered how words could do the same.
and he wondered how his mouth resembled bullets, and how his mind resembled a gun.
and how sticks and stones will break his bones
while words will always kill him.
A/N
2ND UPDATE IN 2 DAYS THIS IS A RECORD(a really sad one but nonetheless a record)
WOOHOO I GOT 100 VOTES THANKS Y'ALL!!
BUT WRITING IN AUGUSTINE'S POINT OF VIEW IS HARD AS SHIT BECAUSE HE'S JUST NON-UNDERSTANDABLE...
NOW WE CAN SEE THAT AJAX AND AUGUSTINE ARE BOTH SLOWLY GOING CRAZY, AND THEY BOTH USE DRUGS, SO STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALEJANDRA AND AMYNTUS ;))
