The music tears us apart
The pain is too much for me to bear
The happiness is not enough for you to handle
We are mistaken if we can be happy
But this is not how this story will end
Maybe it’s time to stop playing pretend
We are not who we say we are
And we will never be…
I don’t know what’s worse: being called a villain, or living in a world where people don’t understand you.
It’s not that I wanted to be the “bad guy“, but to be honest, I’m getting tired of the hero always getting in my way. I mean, the kid is a pest. He has no family, very few friends, and yet the people in this town consider him as their hero. But what about me? I have a wife and kids, a nice house, and even donate money to the local animal shelter. But do the people like me? No! They call me a villain because I don’t like the hero.
I think that’s hurtful. Villains have feelings too, you know.
Sometimes, I wonder what the world would be like if that little brat never existed. I might not be the villain, which would be a good thing. Then again, what do I know about being a villain, apart from how the books and movies define the word “villain“?
Prompt #14. A story from a villain’s perspective.