I Hate them too.

It had been twelve years,and jace was still in therapy,not only because every one thought he was crazy but because of his serious anger issues, after his dad died that day,he was assigned his own personal therapist,and since he had no relatives or family friends,he was sent to live in the orphanage....Paul Diamond then took it upon himself to take him from the orphanage to his therapist and with him doing that every single day,they got used to each other and he began to open up to Paul but just a little because he never told him about the man that killed his father,well because he didn't know who he was either...he had also grown to like Paul's joyful attitude and the fact that almost everything was a joke to him,he never liked to see people sad and jace noticed there was a story behind that but he never once bothered to ask.... Years past and Paul decided he wanted to be his legal guardian, at first jace tried to talk him out of it because who would want to burden theirself with taking care of someone like him,but Paul insisted and made it happen.

Jace sat on a couch in an office waiting for his therapist,he looked bored really bored,Ah!!! he groaned out of boredom and put both his leg on the table.

If someone that knew jace twelve years ago met him now,they would never believe it was the same person,becauce he had grown so much over the years,back then he was chubby and cute but now,he had toned muscles,sharp well defined jaw,his hair was styled to perfection,his grey eyes were dark and held no emotions,his eyebrows were still as full as ever but this time it was nicely carved,his freckles still adorned his cheek that wasn't just flesh anymore but now perfect cheekbones,he was dressed in complete black, making him look like a complete bad boy...which he was because people feared him...why??....they had heard stories,stories that were true,he wasn't even allowed to go to school anymore because he had sent so many students to intensive care and he wasn't phased by it at all.

The therapist finally came in but it wasn't his usual therapist,it someone else ...excuse my manners for being late,I'm your knew therapist, call me Miranda,I....blah blah blah,he cut her off,I don't care what you're called what happened to the old lady what was she called again...Mrs Carter...but you wouldn't know that because you don't care,she said and he glared at her making her back away and sit behind the desk,he watched her as she picked up some files and read through them,she seemed to be in her mid thirties unlike his first therapist who was like turning sixty,but what did he care, human beings were all the same no matter the age or gender,Mr trevor it says here that you have been in many cases of assault and various display of Uncontrolled anger in school and in various public places,she said,and he just raised his brow,am i in the police station or in a therapy class?? He asked seriously and she got up from her chair with a note pad and a pen and sat in front of him,Mr trevor I want you to know that I'm only here to help you...argh!! he groaned in frustration like he had heard that so many times,which he had and it pissed him off, is there anything in particular that gets you angry?? she asked,and he nodded,please list them,she said,and he pretended like he was thinking hard,then he raised up his five fingers,Oh five things,she said immediately understanding his gesture,number one,people,two,people,three, people,four,people,five,people!!! he said and she looked shocked,why?? she asked ready to listen carefully but he refused to speak another word.....if you don't say anything then I won't be able to help,she said but he remained silent,do you know how scared people are of you?? do you?? do you know how many people are in the hospital because of you and you say you do all this in the name of anger?? aren't you phased by the fact you've hurt so many people?? huh?? Don't you care that people fear and hate you??! she shouted and he made a face like he was actually thinking about something but then he slammed his hand on the desk and said "I like the fact that people are scared of me and yes I know countless of people are in the hospital because of me but do I look like I give a damn about them??No and that's because they all deserve to be there and is it a crime to get angry at bad people??! is it bad to punish those that deserve to be punished , yeah and if you can do me a favour Miranda go tell those people who are scared of me to stay scared and stay clear....Oh and to those that hate me,I hate them too"he finished and walked out,but instead of going in the direction of home,he went the other direction,Every he passed people stared at him and whispered to themselves but all this didn't phase him because he had gotten used to it,he reached the woods and disappeared into the group of trees.

People had seen him go in there multiple times but they never knew why or what he went there for and no one dared to find out...

And he liked that,he liked the fact that they were scared of him. Home sweet home he muttered as he arrived in front of a wooden shack,the shack wasn't too old but when he climbed up the stairs the floor boards creaked and he opened the door and switched on the lights revealing his life's project.