COME, LET ME TELL YOU A STORY.

It's stormy outside-the rain is pouring.

I sat at the center of my room, a camera at front, it's on-red light illuminating from it.

The light's disturbing, turned sideways. Darkness evidence through the glass window, looked back... the red light boring deep into my eyes.

I took in a deep breath, my lips pathed.

How should I start-where should I start? I don't know.

I wanna say something-no tell something.

The time is ticking away, the battery is running down, a cold breeze blew by, SHIVERING!

What i'm about to tell you may sound cliché, but it's true-it happened.

It's a story-my story.

If it were to be a movie or novel, the genre will probably be an action-pack-no an horror-no a drama... or maybe an adventure, or a fantasy.

Ahh gosh! I don't know, it's a bit confusing.

You know what? Let's just get into the story, you might understand what i'm tryna to say.

But either way, I probably would have been the protagonist... or the second male lead-or the second second second second second, male lead.

Lol!

So the story begins in the year 2015, that was probably 10 years ago.

I was 17 at that time, experiencing a shitty life.

SEPTEMBER 2015–10 YEARS AGO.

I sat at the front of the classroom as usual.

I dare not turn-stares back, or look into the gaze of other students.

The reason is shame, SHAME!

An event happened that made me want to kill myself.

I want to disappear from the world-been swallow by the ground-vanish into thin air-or be swept away by the wind... but can I?

My name is White Angel, a 17 year old first year student at St Kelvin high school.

But here in St Kelvin, no one bare's the name White Angel.

Instead I'm given the name worm-boy.

But you know what, I'm used to it.

I'm a victim of bullying: harassed and trashed like a used toy.

But I still can't help as my soul is in tear.

The madman in me ripping my sanity.

Their voices rings: I could hear them-feel their disgust in me.

But am I disgusting?...

Look at them, they're laughing at me from behind.

A video of me been uploaded on social media.

Forced to eat worm!

Ewww! Their reaction.

I could also see their disgust in the COMMENTS, the LIKES flooding in millions.

Some do pity, but their voices lost in fear-afraid to be the next victim. FUNNY!

Right now, I tired-I've tried, bu-

"Worm-boy!" Someone shouted, giggling-the whole class charmed in, as he hit the back of my head, and walk away.

Paused!

I stared at the new teacher at front.

My thought: he's new. He could be different... right?...

Focusing intensely on his reaction.

What's he going to do?-what's he going to say? His he going to reprimand?-or...

What was i expecting, they're all this same. STUPID ME!

All he did was... just. fix. in. his. stupid. glass, then turn to face the whiteboard.

I laughed inwardly

Should I?...

No.

I couldn't bother to know who it was.

Too tired to know, to scared to look back.

But I knew, it's one of those demon from hell, wearing human skin that hit me just now.

Never-mind that!

I'm just grateful, mama doesn't know how to use social media.

Who knows what's going to happen to my mom if she sees what I pass through in this school.

HORRIBLE!

At another side. It's now night.

Few hours had passed by, and little to no stars could be seen.

The roads were lit with golden streetlights.

Sounds of tyre screening.

Machines continuous honking.

Vehicle's smokes on air.

Traffic lights flickering back and forth.

People waiting to cross.

Machines waiting to move.

Give us a picture that the view it's close to the main road.

Not to far, four figures stood right outside a bar. The group consists of two males and two females.

The two males seem to be office worker. Both wearing white shirts, loosen ties, and black pants.

But their white shirts not so white, as it's been designed with a brownish mark, mapping down an island-or should I say a country.

While as for the females, they stood right beside a male, and wore clothes not so far from nakedness.

One of the male, raise a hand. His round, big head, looks ready to burst.

He staggered backward.

The girls struggles, keeping him on hold, as his weight is beyond their comprehension.

"Okay nah,... ehh... charcoal... off I go." He said, walking toward a cab.

Staggering back and forth, he seems to be the one most drunk, as his words comes out a bit sloppy.

"Okay sir-"

But wait up, his is name charcoal? Who names they child charcoal?

Yeah he's black and all, the epitome of very dark man. But to name him charcoal? Well.

Resumed! "-have a save trip." He greeted fair well.

"Hmm!" The round male, acknowledged as SIR exclaimed. He seems to be his boss or something.

He got into a cab, the ladies followed. "Hey! charcoal... for us all... please... go and wash your skin... it stinks."

The girls giggled.

The car hit off.

He stares, hands folded, his mouth twisted in annoyance. "Bastard!"

Minute later, we are pulled into an apartment.

The same guy, char-I mean very dark man, as his name is still unknown to us.

He stepped in, his foots sways onto the trashy floor.

A pungent odor could be sniffed out, with rats scavenging around the apartment.

"Ah! Home sweet home." He took a deep breath, dropped his bag-his jacket on the floor, then walked straight into the garbage room.

We could see posters of naked girls hanging on the walls.

Cockroaches, gathering on a pizza left on the bed.

And clothes, piled up into a mess at a corner.

He arrived at system, his brown-wait, white-or is it brown?

Wo! It's confusing. Let's just stick to, his underwear was left hanging on the system.

He threw it aside. Sat on a seat close to it.

Click! It's on-his hands dancing across the keyboard.

A video popped up.

What's this?

A girl on the screen. She looks young, like in her older teens.

Her outfit, not covering, more to nakedness.

She sat, striking sexy pose.

Her hands swaying alluringly.

She traced her finger down from her lips to chest.

This seems to be one of those illegal site, paid to have access to their content.

Back to VDM.

His shirt, already unbutton.

His his pant, let down to his feet.

His penis now bulging out.

No. It's getting big-hard...

The girl in the video slowly unbutton her bra.

Her breast much bigger then her age.

It's standing-yes. Pointed nipple-yes.

Baby face with brown skin, as smooth as jade.

VDM, jerking himself. The intense pleasure filled his body.

He kept panting, his vision blurry.

Thoughts of the girl on the screen:

She's on him.

He could feel her-no, see her.

Rubbing his face tightly on her chest.

She held onto him, both hands on his shoulder.

His hands on her ass.

Looks up at her baby face, tears dropping, she's SHAKING, he's to much for her.

Smiled wail up, as he got deeper into her.

The girl on the screen, her face his swollen.

Not to the extent of causing worries.

Four guys in a room, jerking theirselves hard.

A lotion beside them.

They stare at the girl, their pleasure wave rising high.

Smiling, all dick on high, it was as if they were on drugs.

The girl on the screen, no longer wearing anything.

A grandpa, winkled face bearing 90.

Lay on the bed, a laptop on him.

He stares at the girl, his glasses reflecting on her movements.

The room door cracked open, he shut it immediately.

The device got smaller, driving and watching the girl on the screen.

Her nude is intoxicating.

He keeps shifting his gaze between his phone and the road.

"FUCK!" His phone slipped.

Bent down.

Right hand scavenging around the car floor, while his left hand remained on the wheel.

"YES!" He felt something-is this it?

Grabbed it-must be it.

Got up, the video's still playing.

Her nipple dancing right across the screen. "FUCK! GIRL!"

Look back on the road. "AHH!" Something appeared.

"FUCK!" To late, can't stop.

CRASH! A heavy hit was heard.