Outside, the night sky was dark and stormy. Lightening flickering every other minute, with the crashing of the thunder, loud enough to rumble the windows of the houses below, soon following after the flash. The clouds burst like a water filled sponge, letting go their contents on the town. The rain beating the houses with deafening force, like they wanted to get break the house down.

Inside, a young man is writhing in pain on the floor of his bedroom. He wraps his arms around his chest and stomach, breathing shallow, saliva dripping out of his mouth. He twitches from the pain of his hate trying to escape. It rips and tears at his insides like a rabid animal trying to get free from its confines. With every flash of lightening the boy’s body jerks, and every crash of thunder his body contorts. A quick picture of a memory in his head causes more pain. The picture came and went in a blink of an eye, but he knew what it was and his hate broke free. He continued to writhe until late in the night when his body gave and he passed out.

The next morning, the storm was over, but the clouds remained. The young man got up to take a shower. He stood under the water, letting it hit the top of his head and trickle down his face. He began to think about last night, but waves it off before it happens again. With a sigh, he got out and got ready for work. On the way out to his car, he threw on his mask and climbed into his car.

Sitting at a stoplight, the young man begins to grimace and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He lets out a growl as the same feelings of last night begin to wash over him like a wave; he flexes his chest trying to take control of the feeling. The sound of a car horn from behind snaps him out of his diluted state of mind to the realization of a green light in front of him. He takes a left and then a right to pull into the parking lot of the mall.

The young man walks into the bookstore in which he works at in the mall. He says his hellos to his fellow employees and heads to the door at the back of the store. He enters the room to see a couple of boxes full of new releases of books and magazines. He picks up the box full of magazines and heads to the magazines rack to switch out the old magazines for the new, when out of the corner of his eye he sees her, the one woman he ever loved.

He once loved her with such passion. They were together for such a short time, yet it felt like many years; he loved her with every fiber of his being. He thought he was on top of the world; he felt like he had everything he ever wanted, until that one-day… Once he swore he would die for her, but he never meant like this. Now his love has turned into a deep seeded hate that burns like a wild fire within him.

In a blink of an eye, he became dead inside. He felt the pain whelm up in him, he tried to fight it off, but it took control. He felt his whole body begin to shake his face became flush. He cringed trying to regain control, but all he could do was run out of the store to make his way to the parking lot. He burst out the door with such force that he fell and tumbled to the edge of the sidewalk. He sat up and hung his head down, clasping his hands behind his head, resting them on his next.

He sat there on the edge of the sidewalk, feeling the cool breeze blow against his face. He started to calm down, and began to think. Think about her, how much pain she has caused him and how much he would love to give that pain right back to her. He thought about what he would do to her, how he would make her feel what he felt the past countless nights he had to endure. He stood up with a smug smile; he walked to his car and drove home.

The young man entered his house and walked to his room. He opened a drawer and pulled out his handgun, the pain began to rise inside. He loaded the gun and smiled at the thought of what he was about to do, then he finally realized it, he was happy, for the first time in a long time he was actually happy.