Alert: prelude

My life started 24 years ago. I was born into a harsh family. My childhood wasn't fun. I had to look out of the window at the kids playing outside, I was always inside studying. You see, my family valued intelligence above all else. But I didn't have that. I worked hard every day studying, pushing myself to prove to my parents that I was useful so that they would love me. Pathetic right? But my brother was a genius. He was strong, smart and handsome, by all means the perfect human. Everywhere I went I was in his shadow. I never spoke to him or rather he never spoke to me. I was like a spider in the corner of his room. I'm sure I disgusted him, I'm sure he hated that I existed. Like gum on his shoe.

When I went to highschool I thought it was my chance to prove myself. I tried hard every day sacrificing popularity, sports, a life, anything in the hopeless pursuit of seeing the sun. seeing the sun from beside my brother. I didn't want to be in his shadow my whole life. But I lived my life in the darkness. By age eighteen my brother had solved cold fusion and the world's crisis saving humanity. He created full dive technology because he was bored. I lived my whole childhood looking up at him, he towered over me. He was like a mountain and I was a fly. That's when I decided to change. I stopped studying. I turned my attention to TV and video games. I stopped trying at school and gained a few friends. I was happy. But everywhere I looked I saw his face, I saw him get knighted, I saw him get married.

One day my father spoke to me. It was the first time in a while.

"You are not my son, I only have one son. I don't want to feed you anymore. I don't want to give you anything. Leave. You're a failure. You're a disappointment. I don't want to see you again. Your mother feels the same. Go!" That's when I realised the pure evil humanity was. That's when I saw the world for what it was, that's when I started to despise humans.

I was kicked out. I started living on the streets. I had nowhere to go, nothing to do. No way to continue. and stopped going to school. I had to starve myself and fight people for money. One day I was sitting on a corner by my back resting against the concrete. I was too hungry to move and I didn't have enough money to buy food. I would've died. I should've died. Until he saved me. It was my grandpa. He was a kind man who didn't care about anything other than your will. As long as your soul is pure then you are fine in my eyes. He used to say that a lot. He took me in and fed me. He gave me a room with a bunch of games and made me feel welcome, loved, at home. Those were the happiest days of my life.

Until I got a phone call. A voice spoke on the other side, most of them I didn't understand but I did understand three. Grandpa, mugged, dead.

My world shattered. A mugger had killed my grandpa over fifteen quid. That's what a human life was worth, that's what was needed for someone to kill. Again I was kicked out of the house. It was left to my father in his will.

I got a menial corporate job. I can[t remember what I did but I was good at it, the best even. I bought an apartment and worked hard for three years, but nothing changed. I was constantly passed on for promotions. People's nephews climbed the ladder whilst I stood at the bottom holding it. People stole my ideas and work stepping on me climbing on my shoulders. After five years I was in the same position. I was barely able to afford food.

After a few months I saw my brother. He was standing on a corner with his wife smiling happily. Rage flowed from me. He was happy? I hated him. I still hate him. Everything about him. I walked past him but he stopped me.

"Hey you! You look familiar, have I seen you before?"

He forgot me. He forgot his own brother's face.my hands balled up. I wanted to punch him. I kept walking and tried to forget him like he had me. I was taller than him now. Stronger too.

"Hey, you! Asshole the great Kay Asked you a question, how dare you keep walking?"

I turned my head and walked over to him standing over him. I punched him. My fist driving into his face. I stuck up my middle finger and walked on. It was the best moment of my life. It was the peak of my life, the moment before the fall.

A few months later I turned on the news and saw that bastard's face in an interview.

"So Kay, what was your childhood like?"

"It was pretty normal I suppose"

"Any brothers or sisters?"

"No, I was an only child."

I gave up, my family was the worst. He really forgot I existed. It almost made me laugh.

I walked into work the next day and got fired. Apparently one of the people I had called my friend said that I stole all of his work for a promotion. I walked up to the roof of t6he building and opened my phone. I sent a group text to my father and brother. I said everything I had ever felt. I told them that they were horrible humans and should die, that they forgot about me, that my dad had compared me to someone who was naturally gifted and he was an asshole, I told them I would never forgive them, that they would burn in hell. And I told them goodbye.

I stood on the edge of a tall building. I had lost everything. Now it was time to lose my life. I would miss nothing about that hateful vile world. I had worked my whole life just to end up here. I have been stabbed in the back and betrayed by everyone and now it was time for me to leave. I didn't want to be surrounded by those vile humans anymore. Just seeing their tiny bodies made me wanna barf. The thought that I am one of those deceitful little insects still makes me angry. I hated humans. Now I took the first step and all slipped away.