C1 THE BEGINNING AS MUCH AS THE END

What if words of criticism, words of discrimination were what made a person, well not necessarily make them, but change them, what if words were that powerful?

For Vhode, they were. He was evil, cruel, psychotic and murderous all because people said he was. The rumors were what made the monster he had become, but why not start from where it all begun.

He was a good kid, not necessarily normal but that quality should've been what made him unique, instead it was what made him into the freak everyone thought he was.

He was a loner, an outcast, a nobody but that was okay, as long as he had a book in hand and his nerdy glasses edged upon the bridge of his nose.

That all changed though, on the night of prom, his life started to trudge its doom or was it it's twisted fate all along?

A murder had taken place that night. He had watched as it commenced with his own eyes. His glasses weren't fooling him, he knew because he hadn't been wearing them.

That night, Tim, a well-known classmate of his, had been on the school's rooftop. Some girl was tied to a chair and though it was dark, Vhode could testify to the fact that she was naked, completely bare to the wind.

She had been crying, sobbing even through the thick cloth that covered her lips and eerie red liquid that could be nothing but blood had been draining down her chest. She looked scared, she was, but Vhode couldn't do a thing to alleviate her fear when he had been scared shitless himself.

Tim, the popular boy was relishing in that girl's fear with a sadistic or was it a psychotic smile on his lips? A knife had been in his hand and he took his time sauntering closer to the girl's chair.

His ugly smile only widened as he stooped down to her level, running the knife along her chest and watching the pearls of blood that followed it. "Who would've thought you, Krissy Halls would aspire to betray me? We were both involved, you hadn't laid a hit or drawn any blood, but you had watched, so why would you want to talk now, when two years had passed?"

The girl shuffled on her chair, sobbing heavily while shaking her head.

"Ohhhhhh, I know, the guilt of it all got to you now, I can help with that." Tim drawled, a smirk taking the smile's place and with those final words, the knife had been rammed in her chest and her sobs were heard no more.

Vhode couldn't move, his legs became paralyzed and his lips along with his heart started to quiver. Tim started to walk in his direction and even though every nerve in his brain told him to walk away, the strings of his heart held him in his place.

His heart stammered when Tim breached close enough to clearly see him and though he had been caught, his smirk still remained. He stopped in front of Vhode and just as he did, the knife in his left hand fell. He tilted his head and continued to stare. "Could you get that for me?"

Vhode didn't need to be told twice, he stooped on his shaking legs and searched the barely visible concrete for the knife before taking it up and handing it back to Tim.

Tim nodded his gratitude as he strode pass Vhode without another word.

And that, that's just the starting of it all.

After that night, Vhode's life had never been the same. He was deemed guilty for a crime he hadn't commit and was made to serve 5 years for it...all because his finger print was found on a knife that wasn't his.

Prison life had changed him , but what changed him more was the day of his release. He had taken a taxi back home and when he got there, Tim and his whole neighbourhood had been waiting for him.

Stones were thrown but the fact that Tim had thrown the first one made something inside him click. Rumors circulated and the real doer of the crime was the one who started it. Nobody talked to Vhode, not even his parents the only words that were directed at him were words of insult and condemnation.

Psycho...

Murderer...

Killer...

Insane...

Sick...

Those words circled his mind until eventually he decided to be each and everyone of them.

Psychotic, murderous and insane was what he had become. He wasn't a good kid anymore, no, he was cruel and evil, just as they described him.