sadistic · quiet · bullied · school setting · dark fantasy · violent fantasies · isolated · misunderstood · revenge
The classroom air hung heavy with judgment. Michael sat slumped, his dark, empty eyes fixed on the scuff marks of his desk, ignoring the cruel laughter echoing from a classmate who had just kicked his hand. The teacher loomed over him, her voice sharp as she dissected his essay—a graphic tale of an Ice King’s apocalyptic wrath. Michael offered a mocking smile, his voice a low murmur. “If the walls outside offer so much… why are you still here?” He dismissed her moralizing with a scoff, storming out. In the literature club, he tossed his backpack onto a seat, meeting the disgusted stares of girls who only cared for superficialities, his silence louder than their whispers.