InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Good and Bad. ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
There are two types of people in the world.
Good.
Bad.
Bad.
People who like to ruin other people's days. People who starve for attention even if they had attention since they were born. Child molesters, wife abusers, animal killers, drug dealers who do not regret anything they've done even if they're facing cold, hard, painful death. People who laugh when others cry over dead loved ones.
Good.
People who go out of their way to make someone smile even if it's a tiny smile. Giving without expecting to be given. Praying for people who are suffering or in pain. Doing the little things that make other people happier.
Here's how I see it. I don't give a fuck if you see it like this or not. I'm done giving two shits about what anybody ever thinks anymore. I witnessed the most horrible thing in the world and therefore, nothing else can harm me like “that” did.
Anyway, here's how I see it.
From birth until we move out of home, everything we did and said was based on our parents. What our parents said, we copied because we wanted to be just like good old mommy and daddy. Everything they did, well, we wanted to be grown up too so we did the same. Oops. That kid just said shit. Guess who also said shit.
Mommy.
Oops, that's guy's depressed. Why? His father and mother don't give two shits about him and argue like they're not married. Like they're teenagers in high school. So they don't pay any mind if he locks himself in the room. Blares his music. Cuts himself. Oh, they see the scars. It's just another excuse to blame each other. Punch, kick, tear, claw, scream, hit, spit at each other.
Why doesn't he do anything sport like? Well, he's tried. Believe me, he's tried. No one comes to the games. No one even asks where he is after school ends. He's at practice. They don't care what he does. Does he even exist? Maybe he died and he was a ghost. Nah. Every once and awhile, the teenager will do something rebellious and troublesome just so his parents will finally acknowledge him for a little bit. He doesn't even care if they yell at him.
At least they know he's still here…
Maybe they'll change…
Maybe one day they'll finally stop bickering and realize they have a troubled and depressed son who could very well get high and drunk all he wants because they just don't care enough to notice. Yeah…one day…
Too bad his parents died in a car accident two days after he turns fifteen.
Leaving a depressed teenage druggie who causes trouble without even trying.
Who'd want him?
So…does that mean I'm bad?
Oh, and if you didn't know, which you should have figured out or you miserably fail at life, I'm that parent-less teenager.
Inuyasha Takahashi
Good and Bad.