I've always believed that the world isn't worth continuing.
Humans are a bunch of insects that coexist with total hypocrisy.
In the morning, they smile at each other, and in the evening, they devour each other in secret. I've never respected any human being. I didn't respect my father who ran away and left us, nor did I respect my mother who didn't think twice before running away with her lover and leaving us with our sick grandmother.
I didn't respect the teachers who avoided defending me when I was bullied, nor did I respect my classmates who watched me get beaten in silence.
I couldn't catch my breath, and I couldn't defend myself. So, I also hated myself.
"Alaa, what are you doing...?!"
A group of students approached me.
When I saw them, my face turned ugly.
It seemed I was going to be bullied again.
Damn it...!
One of them put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me silently.
"Aren't you too old for this stuff?"
I said with a cold, emotionless face.
The boy who put his hand on my shoulder laughed and said, "We're just going to play a little."
He laughed like he was telling a joke.
I pushed his hand away and said, "But I don't have time to play with you."
The boy smiled and grabbed my hand, "Who told you that you have the freedom to do what you want?"
Despite the bully's stupidity, he was completely right.
The weak don't have the right to do anything; they are always forced into everything.
I looked at them and whispered, "If I were a bit stronger, you would all be dead."
Anger was boiling inside me.
I felt like a goat or a damned animal, forced into obedience.
The teacher looked at us but didn't bother to do anything, sighing in silence as if I was a nuisance.
He didn't even try to defend me or stop them from their actions.
Damn it, this world doesn't deserve to exist...!
They took me and did what bullies do.
One of them, strong-bodied and broad-shouldered, held a cigarette in his hand, blowing smoke like he was a gang leader.
He thought he was a gang leader, but they were just a bunch of kids playing roles.
I stood in front of him, thinking of one thing: a few more years and I would be rid of these idiots.
A few more years and I would be mature enough to live alone and do what I wanted.
I was also a fool, thinking the adult world was kinder than the teenage world.
I didn't know it was a repeating cycle at every stage.
The boy standing in the middle, his name was Siraj, had a face as broad as a box, yellow hair, and black eyes.
It seemed he dyed his hair to look different.
"Give me all the money you have...!"
I looked at him and said, "I won't give you anything."
He approached me and said, "You've been getting beaten up since you came to this school, and strangely enough, you never gave in.
But you're extremely entertaining.
You're the only one who keeps amusing me.
Your eyes hold enough hatred for this world."
He laughed without stopping and then continued, "But what can a weakling like you do with all that hatred?"
He lifted his cigarette and extinguished it on my body.
I felt a severe burn on my body, but I didn't scream or open my mouth.
I didn't let them know I was in pain.
"Put out this hatred inside you," he said sarcastically.
"Your eyes, Alaa, are full of darkness.
I believe fate realized that if you had strength, you would be a damned villain, so it made you this weak.
Fate is fair after all," he said, talking endlessly like a damned philosopher.
I looked into Siraj's eyes and whispered, "Hit me and get it over with because I want to leave early today."
Siraj laughed with a perverted voice and said, "This bastard is giving me orders."
He looked at his followers and said, "Execute your master's orders.
Hit him with all your strength."
It seemed I was about to receive a new dose of pain.
One of them approached to punch me in the face, but I moved quickly, dodged the blow, and hit him in the lower abdomen.
When he put his hand on his abdomen and bent down, I used all my strength to kick his head with a shoe that had a piece of iron at the front.
Blood gushed from his nose non-stop.
"Don't think you'll hit me without me hitting back."
I might be weak, I might be damned, but I won't give up no matter what.
I won't bow my head to a bunch of bastards.
But, as usual, I started having trouble breathing.
I searched my pocket for the inhaler that helps me breathe, but at that moment, someone rushed out and hit me on the head with his fist.
I staggered back to defend myself, but someone else grabbed my clothes and threw me back.
A group of them started beating me with all their might.
I was having severe difficulty breathing and feeling immense pain.
Everyone was hitting me mercilessly as if I were a rat or an insect, not a human.
I wished for the pain to end, but I never wished for death, not even for a moment.
Why should I die?!
Why should I wish for death when they are the ones hitting me?
These pigs should die, not me...!
"Stopppppppppppppppp!"
A female voice said from behind.
I looked in the direction of the voice, and my vision was blurry.
It was a girl with long black and yellow hair like the night sky, brown eyes, and gentle, beautiful features.
She was tall.
Yasmin.
She was as beautiful as the jasmine flower, gentle like the summer breeze and the winter sun, something out of the ordinary in this world.
I was covered in blood, wounded from every direction, but when I saw her, I forgot everything.
She was the most beautiful thing in the world, but at the same time, I was in an unenviable position.
Everyone looked at her, and I knew my battle was over.
I stood up, dragging the tail of defeat, took a breath from the inhaler, and walked away.
I didn't look at Yasmin, nor did I look at the bullies.
I looked at the sky with a deep look of sadness on my face.
I was living in hell, and someone like me shouldn't dream.
The weak don't have the right to do anything.
Yasmin wasn't an ordinary girl; she was the most beautiful girl in the entire school.
Everyone wished to talk to her.
She was an angel.
Angels might look at devils out of curiosity for their absolute evil or strange mystery, but they would never look at the weaklings.
They might pity them, but they would never love them.
So I pulled myself away in silence.
I left the school heading home.
Somewhere else, on one of the spaceships, an alien was looking at me through the spaceship's glass.
"This planet is different from the other planets," one of the standing beings said.
The other responded, "How is it different, Rox?"
Rox smiled and said, "I don't know... but when will we start?"
The standing being said, "Tonight.
We will start the Survival Sport tonight, and the fate of this planet will be decided tonight."