Prologue: Where does evil come from?
* Where does evil come from? Is it always there or, at some moment, it comes in?
Where does it come from? All of the hate, all of the pride, and most of all, the satisfaction on the release of repressed feelings.
Did Lucifer turn evil before or after the fall?
Maybe, some questions should remain without an answer. *
2023 - USA - Illinois City.
Another afternoon comes, and once more, Liv has to go to her personal horror called school. She combs her long, dark, and wavy hair, dresses her favorite jacket, dark grey with a black hood, and puts on a dark purple fingerless glove on her right hand.
Liv opens her simple jeans backpack and dumps all her stuff inside. Hanging it on her back, she grabs her cell phone and shields herself from the outside world with loud music on her AirPods.
Coming out of her room, she saw her mother in the kitchen, looking at the oven while singing. Passing her by, with her hands already around the doorknob, Liv asks:
"So, what you got for us?"
"Just a simple cake, dear."
"I'll serve myself a big slice when I come back. See ya, mom."
"See you soon, Liv. Have a nice day at school." - The mother smiled at her daughter.
"Thank you." - Liv smiled back.
She opened the door, took a deep breath, and stepped outside. When the last car passed by, she crossed the street and her daily journey started. First, she passed a Hot Dog barrack, bought one, and ate as fast as she could. Crossed two other streets and avoided some homeless people asking her for money.
The girl moved her arm ahead, and a cab stopped. Anxiously, she dug for money inside the front bag of her backpack and then got inside the vehicle.
"Riverside High School."
"Alright, miss. You do know they have a bus, right?" - The driver turned to look at her.
"I do, but they are too noisy. And I've got no patience."
"So you just meet your friends later, huh?" - He started driving his way to the school."
"What friends? They don't like me. Perhaps the same can be said about me."
"About you liking yourself, or them?"
"Well, about... Sorry, could you just drive? I don't mean to be rude, but..."
"No problem, kid. I'll shut my mouth."
A few minutes later, they got to the school. Liv handed a handful of folded dollars and opened the door. In the second she stepped on the asphalt, a boy shouted:
"Welcome, freak."
Unaware of who it was, she just closed the door of the cab strongly and lifted the middle fingers with both hands. The driver looked through the window and said:
"Leave the lady alone."
"Eat shit and die, old creep!" - Replied one of the popular girls.
"Is this how you talk to your elders, miss?"
The driver discussed with that boy and girl for a while. Liv lowered her head and walked inside, knowing she was the cause of that debate, and feeling taken over by shame.
Holding her shoulder straps and staring down, distracted with her own feet moving back and forth, she kept walking, until the discussion seemed far enough.
While moving through the corridors, someone grabbed her by her right arm and she was forced to stop. One of the airpods fell, so she moved quickly to grab it. The one stopping her was another girl, shorter than her, with short blue hair and glasses. She said:
"Hey, Liv, right?"
"Yes, why?" - Liv held the fallen AirPod so she could listen to that girl.
"So it is you, our outcast, right? Want to be part of my movement? We respect everyone for what they are."
"YOUR outcast? Excuse me, did you stop me for this?"
"But, I just want to help. Look, sorry if anything I said offended you. I really just want to help."
"How?"
"So, we could try to show people that we are all the same. You know, just by..." - The girl gets interrupted.
"Look, what is your name, again?" - Liv pointed at her and waited for the answer.
"I am Kendra."
"Okay, listen, Kendra. They know we are all the same. They just like to think they are better."
"But Liv, we're in 2023. Don't you think we shouldn't have this kind of problem nowadays?"
"Kendra, we still have wars because of politics and religion. Not much has changed. Look around you."
"Liv, come on. Look, if they keep on this, we can, I don't know, talk to the principal. Solve this for you."
"Okay, first, the principal doesn't give a shit. Actually, he told me I've got no future and some other BS. Secondly, you don't care about me."
"How can you even say that?" - Kendra's expression turned sad.
"You just wanna help me, to say you helped me. You just want to feel better about yourself by thinking you're doing the right thing. You wanna fulfill your virtues and shit." - Liv raised her tone.
"Liv, I... This is so rude of you. How can you?"
"Oh Kendra, my dad freaking died in some work accident, everybody here keeps trying to tell me what to do, or how to feel. I've got no peace one second in my life, so sorry if I am rude." - Her face turned red and some veins in her forehead got high."
Kendra stared at her with no response. While Liv shouted, the boy and girl from before were walking close. They heard what she said and lost no opportunity.
"So daddy died? Is this why your only protector is some old cab driver creep?" - Started the boy.
"She found her father figure somewhere around the streets. Lame." - Completed the girl, with an evil smile.
"Go suck some dicks to pay for your hair extensions, Tina." - And so she put back her AirPod and walked away."
Some discussion started between Tina, her boyfriend, and Kendra, who was probably trying to defend her. Liv raised the volume until nothing else could be heard, and so she got to her room. The class was yet to start, and a bunch of students forming small groups were talking. Liv noticed some of them laughing and pointing at her while whispering things to each other, but she ignored it.
The girl sat close to the window and just stared outside for a while, with drums slamming at her ears. When the song ended and another one was about to start, she could hear the teacher, already in the room. When she turned to him, she noticed something weird. He seemed to be looking at her, until he quickly turned away, trying not to be noticed. "Why would he be staring at me?" She asked herself. "The discussion maybe, but I have a feeling that something is wrong." And so the class began.
