"Failure, huh? I don't know what that means," He said with an emotionless face. Everyone was scared of him, he was far cold than somebody who hates you. Maybe it's because he isn't used to anything or he hasn't felt anything for a while. I was interested in him for a while, wanting to know what happened but I have to mind my own business although I somehow relate to him. People don't like broken. right? It felt like I knew him but I don't at the same time. "The universe is such an odd thing, wouldn't you say?" Looking over my shoulders to check what I was writing. "If by odd you mean hell then, by all means, it is," I replied to him.

"What about yours? What is your biggest failure?" He asked me as I tried to find the right words to explain and I realized something I've failed so many times in my life none of them seems to stand out more than the other. I chuckled and answered, "It could probably be the fact that I can never seem to find success no matter how much effort I put in something that I love or that I don't love, the results are still the same".

He then asked me what I think his biggest failure is and I seemed to know the answer. "You didn't want to answer it yourself if I'm not wrong because you think your biggest failure is not knowing what to say when to say it but it could actually be that you don't understand the reasons for human behaviour and it's not like everyone understands. At least I for sure don't".

It feels like time slows down for a moment right before it ends...

When we're together,

We forget all the wrong things that happen around us.

When we're together,

You shine brighter than the sun itself on a sunny day.

When we're apart,

I break down as if you were the pillars of my self-proclaimed strong heart.

The animals would be glad about that I'd say and they'd benefit more from that than humans themselves. I mean look at us, how the world comes to be after years pass only few realise what it means to have peace. We fight, destroy and kill others, some people just because of the sake of it, others just because they don't like something about someone. Others because if they don't, they themselves might get hurt or their families. Look how life becomes after we become worse than animals themselves...

"I don't know really.. It feels like it is but yet when we look at it, it does feel like it isn't. In the long run, will it be worth it? That's the one question we all have at some moments in our lives but other times it's better to just dive right in instead of focusing on that because we might end up not knowing anything, it's such a long process to think about it all so I prefer you ask yourself why we want to do that. At least that's much easier and better than to think so much about the other question that you overthink yourself over such a thing but yet again, we'll be forced to ask ourselves the same question another time in our lives so there's no point in dodging the question."

It was the beginning of summer break and I was there lying on the fields of my gramps looking at the sky wondering if this is how everything is. "Michael! We gotta go! " shouted my Granddad as he turned on the car. " Is it a must for us to leave so soon?" I asked with the uncertainty of why we had to leave everything behind. I sluggishly walked to the car, he told me that we won't be able to stay here with all the deaths in the town and I get why he is worried but we were living way out of town like 15km distance. "Anyways adults know better, right?" I thought to myself while I soothed myself to sleep.

"Shit! Are you trying to kill me?" I screamed because of the bump he just drove over, he glanced at me with a smile and said, " As long as you're not dead that's good, we all get injured one day when someone is driving unless those people aren't in a hurry". "Figures", I shook my head. He turned on the radio while saying, " You know I know most of the people at school have been giving you a hard time". "What gave you that idea?" I asked him. "You aren't that great at hiding when something's bothering you but that's also the reason why I thought a move for us would be great. Oh! There's a small restaurant, we can go eat then we'll ask around if there's an inn we can stay in for a couple of hours," he said as he pointed at a restaurant. " I hope you didn't make any enemies back in town gramps", I talked as I took the fries and milkshake.

My crazy-ass grandad started asking if I had a girlfriend back in town. Yeah, right, like I could actually have one when just as you said earlier most people didn't like me at all and the fact that some teachers had enough heart to let me off the hook when I missed classes due to the sudden stuff that's been happening it wasn't helping at all but luckily my mental state got used to being bullied and hated for just being me. "What you writing there?" He asked peeping at my book," Oh, Is it a diary or journal of some sort? I'm glad to see you took your writing skills from your mother's side", he smiled like being some proud old fella. " Generally I'm not that old you know", he joked looking at the watch, "Damn, we're lucky we got the one and only place that rents out the place, am I right? Anyways you gotta sleep we have a long way to go tomorrow".

"Where are we heading to?" I asked curiously. "There's a place where an old friend of mine lives, he's the cousin of that teacher of yours that I know". " Mr. Von Alli you mean?" he nodded at my question, " That's the one". He closed the door and left me to sleep but honestly, I didn't feel like sleeping. I just felt like I missed some of my few friends at school, "Yep, she definitely hates me now". I remembered I hadn't told her my grandfather and I were going to leave at the end of the term. Opening my book, I saw a book where we wrote a couple of things together like just our thoughts without really talking about things, we understood each other but we weren't dating I mean why would we? It would just complicate stuff and maybe even if we did, it could have made a rift between us because sometimes it's good to just be friends.

At midnight, I was woken by the sound of something breaking. Maybe I just heard the sound in my head but then," HELP!" screamed someone from downstairs. "Shit! Could it be that we were followed by my old man's enemies?" I soliloquized while I ran to check up on my grandfather. " GRAMPS! WHERE ARE YOU?" I shouted at the top of my lungs trying to find him but I couldn't so I decided to go downstairs hoping I could find him there and there was blood all over the ground. How many people were in the same building with us, I questioned myself wondering if we could perhaps have been followed because knowing my grandad for all the years I've been with him, he probably had people after him. Around the start of the year, schools were reopened due to the fact that the killer was assumed to be captured. " Mike! Run to the car!" He came from the kitchen as things were falling in there when we reached the entrance door, they were locked so I said, "We can jump from the rooms upstairs, right?" He nodded as I reached inside the room I was in then he closed the door, " We can't be too safe y'know". I removed my head outside of the window and saw the distance wasn't that far.

But the moment I returned my head to tell him we could jump. I was stabbed in my spleen, I couldn't believe it, he was right infront of me. "Gramps, why? What's happening?" I asked with fear in me, I couldn't take it. I didn't understand what was happening. "I've always hated you and that smile of yours that's just the same as you're mothers, you killed her the moment you were born and years later after your grandmother decided she wanted to take you, she died in the same car crash you were in but somehow you didn't," he said with a serious stare and I thought to myself how I hated myself after hearing that my mother died the moment I was born.

"You don't think I blame myself! I had to go through the same thing that you went through and much more!" I shouted as I stood up holding my wound then right before he took another step forward I jumped out of the window. I hit the ground hard and I couldn't run properly, I think I twisted my leg and it was painful as hell. I screamed for help hoping someone would heed my call but I'm sure he already thought this through from where we were going to sleep to where we wouldn't get that much help even if I shouted with all my lungs. I was getting tired and it was beginning to rain, I ran without knowing exactly where I was heading to but whenever I looked at the back I saw him walking towards me. "You know I had to try to exact my anger on others so I could feel all better but nothing helped, so I had just one other thing left to do," said with a knife in his hands. Did he mean all those kids that died were because of him, wait, did he have an accomplice, could that be possible?

My strength was slowly diminishing and he was catching up pretty quick by the time I reached near a car with someone I had already lost a lot of blood and I couldn't stand at all. The next thing, I had a couple of police cars coming from all sides and the one inside the car was none other than my teacher, Mr. Von Alli, and his daughter, the girl I was talking about earlier, her name I couldn't remember at the point. Looking behind me, my grandad was no longer there. I passed out even before I talked to anyone.

Later, in the hospital, I hadn't been able to wake up or even open my eyes due to being tired but all I heard were people saying they couldn't find him....