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The entire world seemed to reject Two. The trees, the grass, the sky, even their own neighbors thought they were nothing short of useless. They thought on this as they clumsily trampled through the grass that hated them so much. And as if that wasn’t enough, they sat underneath a tree that would have supported anybody else but them.
They looked out at the world that gave them everything that they needed to survive.
Then, they looked down at themselves. How pathetic.
They had to do one thing in return, and that was to indulge in the customs of their home. And they can’t even do that. They brought their knees to their chest as that voice in their head got louder.
They should understand.
It should be second nature to them.
It shouldn’t swim before in the page before them.
They shouldn’t have these stupid delusions once they tried to solve something as simple as a math problem.
They’re worthless if they can’t do something as simple as thinking.
They’re just that lazy, huh?
Can’t do something as simple as learning.
Four’s better.
Four’s always better.
Better than what they could ever be.
Four always has the attention of everyone here.
So much so that people even forget that they were there in the first place
…
They wouldn’t notice if they left.
Two knew where this was going. They could already feel the tears gather in their eyes.
They wouldn’t notice if they suddenly disappeared.
They probably would, actually.
And they would be so delighted that someone who doesn’t belong among them is gone.
Or even dead.
The world would be a better place with them dead.
It doesn’t matter how many times they glide the knife along their skin.
Nothing will ever make the world better if they had just died.
Die, you coward.
Just. Fucking. Die.
The next morning, Two was found suspended from their ceiling, dead.
Now why is everyone crying?
They’re dead.