Madd

Humans are so full of shit.

Why can't they listen to simple rules and obey them?

Don't look. And they would stare.

Don't talk. But they would scream.

Don't touch. They would hug.

Don't laugh. Then they cry.

No one does anything right or do as they are told.

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What about Parents?

They are so manipulative. They want you to be an adult but they treat you like a child.

Don't do this and don't do that.

Be a lawyer but don't be a doctor.

Go to school and get good grades.

Eat your food and go to bed early.

What the fuck is all that?!

Why is it so hard for them to understand that not everyone wants to go to school. Not everyone needs good grades. Not everyone wants to be lawyers. Not everyone wants to sleep or eat.

Some people do not want to be normal.

Some just want to be abnormal.

And that is whom Jameson Carmelo Woods was. Abnormal.

Some say he is a freak of nature. Others call him a loner. To most he is demon-possessed. They call him a psycho.

No one ever listens and when it starts. They'd conveniently blame him for everything, that they have caused.

Jameson hates his name. You have to hate a child to call them those names. Jameson Carmelo Woods. He does like his last name though seeing that it suits him in a way.

Jameson loves going into the woods no matter what time or how dark it was out. He isn't afraid of anyone or anything. Dangers that lock within aren't meant for Jameson. He alone is a risk and he dares everything.

His life was a curse. He is a curse.

He was hated by all even his own family. No one cared for him. Slowly they had created a monster and now everyone hates whom he has become when it was they who made him this way. What better way is there to punish them if not by killing every single one of them.

Jameson has gotten used to been the odd one out. No friend, no family, no girlfriend or boyfriend. He was alone. Always have been and always will be.

The woods comfort him greatly and he knows every ins and outs of the forest. A normal human would be terrified to want to go into the deep dark woods, but Jameson practically lives there.

He became an outcast even in his home. They didn't want him. His mother never loved him. His only sister hates him and feared him. His father wanted him dead.

Why give birth to a son you would end up killing with your own hands? Jameson until this day would never understand why his family treated him like they did and why everyone else hates him.

Do not judge a book by its cover they say, yet they all judged him. And in their hearts Jameson Carmelo Woods was nothing but a psychopathic freak and as the news may have it, A mad killer.

So many names for just one person.

So much hate for just one person.

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Six months ago before it had all begun.

So into the woods, they went. While everyone else was clutching their notepads and writing away as Mr. Stevenson explained things to them. Jameson was lagging behind scrolling through his phone and taking pictures of himself while editing them into scary monsters and posting them on his social media.

Why force yourself to learn something that you knew even if they tie you up and break your head in half while shoving the entire Biology textbook straight into your brain you still wouldn't understand? Jameson was on his twentieth pictures when he heard his name.

He frowned. "What do you want Mr. Stevenson?!" he yelled, an irritated frown glued on his face.

Stevenson swallowed. "You are in my class young man and as such you better tag along with the rest and pay attention."

Jameson smirked deviously, crossing his arms on his chest, he glared at the older man of forty-two. "Would you like to hear what I have learned today dearest teacher?" Jameson whispered dangerously low. They knew his mental statutes and how easily provoked he gets, yet they kept calling him.

Why won't they just leave him the fuck alone?

Stevenson stepped back as the boy approach him. "N-never mind." The older man stuttered in fear.

They all knew not to mess with Jameson yet they still try. Humans never learn. Jameson stood face to face with the smaller man, while he towered over the terrified teacher. A devilish smirked still playing on his face.

"Fuck, you." Jameson breathed out harshly and watch the older man almost died in fear.

"Hey. Back off!" Someone shoved him hard and he lost his balance then stumbled over. When he found his footings once again. Jameson turned to see who it was.

Someone wants to play the hero. Jameson hissed as he stood up.

"You've got a problem with me, Kyle?" he punched him hard, straight in the nose and blood gushed out as the boy fell into the wicked forest floor.

"He's fainted!" Kelly his girlfriend yelled.

And that marked the end of that stupid ass tour for whatever the hell it was they were searching for. While everyone else tried to get the asshole back on his feet and take him back to school. Jameson walked away leisurely like he hadn't just knocked a boy out flat. He went deeper into the woods humming softly to himself and messing around with his phone. He was tired of school anyways. Plus he went to a public school.

What's the worst that could happen really?