That's my fault
It is one of the truths of this reality that when someone has to prove themselves right, they have to prove the next person wrong.
That’s what has been happening since the start of the world. A person tries their best to hide the wrong thing they have done and, once it feels like they are going to get caught, they put all the blame on someone else. The worst part is when there is no one to blame, then Lucifer is the one who is responsible for everything.
In a cursed world like this, a boy was born on whom everyone used to place blame for every mischief.
As time passed, he stopped fighting and explaining himself, and started accepting every punishment.
He began to see each scar as a trophy of surviving the day. Moreover, things got even weirder when he started enjoying it.
It was hard to say what he really loved. Maybe he enjoyed getting cursed and beaten, maybe he enjoyed taking all the pain, maybe he enjoyed getting stronger, maybe he enjoyed thinking about the picture only he knew and not the one in front of him, or maybe he enjoyed seeing his tormentors in misery for whatever they were punishing him for.
I don’t really know what was wrong with him, but it’s certain that he lost his humanity long ago. Because someone with even a bit of humanity would fight for themselves, and someone with a bit of humanity wouldn’t enjoy it.
As time went on, people started ignoring him. He thought maybe this was a chance for change. Things could get better. Maybe he could also be called a reputable person. He worked day and night, striving to earn respect.
However, that was not his lifestyle. He missed that feeling—the feeling of seeing people in misery and pain. The pain you get when someone wrongs you. But this time, no one was there to blame him for anything.
By this moment, he had realized that it is important to have problems in life to keep things balanced. Otherwise, a problem can appear that gets out of hand.
It’s like needing a love problem to avoid unexpected expenses or health problems.
That’s why he started creating his own messes and began accepting what he did.
“I hurt you for a reason,” he would say, “and you will never get why.” It was enough to trigger anyone and make them feel the misery of not knowing what he knew.
I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, as it seems justified that he is being punished for what he did and he is doing things to get punished.
And if it is wrong, then which part of it is actually wrong?
The crazy laugh when he is going through the pain, or taking revenge by doing wrong to others just for that pain?








