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[*RiC3xBoy*]

"Regret" By RiC3xBoy(aka Kevin)

I am a man, I am 42 years old and I and married. My life wasnt good, everyone hated me and I hated them. They act all nice on the outside, but on the inside I knew they hated my guts and I despise them for that. As a kid, people always made fun of me. I don’t know why, but I knew that I hated them. I had constantly gotten into fights with my wife a lot. I couldn’t get a job because they thought I couldn’t fit in with the other people who had worked there, so as every rejection I got, my hates towards people grew and grew.

One day, I had a dream…… and in that dream I saw a man chained up and helpless. I felt a strange sensation in my head telling me to beat this man. I couldn’t make out his face or what he was wearing, but I knew what I had to do, so I did. I beat the man, punch, kick, you name it, and I did. The man was bruised and battered Deep down, I had really wanted to help this man because I almost pitied him, but I didn’t let that emotion get to me and I keep doing the beating.

Days, weeks, even months had passed where I keep having the same dream of me beating the man except as each day passed I had more hate toward the man. Once or twice, I had even laughed at the mans pain. As each day had passed, my feeling to help the man had slithered away into nothing. Then one day came when my wife had called it quits because she thought I was a lunatic and it broke my heart and, I was sad, depressed and it just fed my anger toward people. That night, I had the dream but this time, I was angry and I beat the man as hard as I could……he started bleeding for the first time.

Years have passed like nothing….now I am at the age of 82, still single, and have been haunted by the dreams everyday since I was 24, I went to see every single doctor I could, but none of them could help, none of them understood me and I hated them all and hated everyone in the world, none of them liked me and I didn’t want to do with anyone.

Today, November 23, I had visited my mothers grave but today was different, I noticed a little inscription on the side of her tomb and it said “ Live and feel everyday as if it was your last day .” I had never noticed it before. Right when I read it, my heart pounded, I felt so….different., I couldn’t explain what I was going through, it was almost a sign o relief….that night I had the dream again, but today was totally different, every hit I landed on the man had no affect whatsoever, today was different, I could actually make out the mans face and to my surprise….it was…..me………..when I saw myself, it felt like I had been struck by lightning.

I felt a chill down my spine. The man I saw had smiled and RIGHT THEN I had realized what my dream was all about now…..i had never hated anyone else in my entire life, it was I that had hated myself so much that I didn’t let myself believe it. I was on the floor….scared. The man came over and held his hand over to help me off my feet. As I grabbed hjs hand, I had felt this sensation in my head, it was almost as a sign of joy and happiness. I was excited and smiling for once in my life. Tears ran down my face, I knew what the man meant when he offered his hand. Through my whole life, I had almost regretted every single day that had passed…except today. As more tears ran down my face, I begin to smile for as the last thing I had said was….i…..am…….sorry. I did not wake up the following morning…..

well, first story i wrote just for the fun of it, sorry if its not really good but i hope u at least enjoy it

[pbear]

I guess it has a good theme, but if you developed it a little more, ie the characters, why people hated the man, etc., it could be a lot better.
It's also a little too blunt for my taste, but all in all, it's pretty good.