The young man's eyes glazed over as he lovingly caressed his most recent purchase, his new friend. He would show them. He would show them all. Since he was a child he had dealt with people making fun of him- of his weight, of his glasses, of the way he talked.
He grew up. No one else did. He lost the weight. He bought contacts. He assembled his thoughts before he spoke. In doing so, he traded the bullies of his youth for the demons of adulthood... and there were so many of them! From the so-called 'friends' who used him for money to the friends who got pissed at him for not going out to party with them to his ex-girlfriend who admitted to cheating on him.
So many demons.
It was almost with a sense of glee that he went out and bought his new friend. His new friend was going to help him exact revenge on all those who had demanded so much of him and given so little in return. His new friend was going to be his means to an end, his vessel of righteous vengeance, his holy retribution upon them all.
Revenge would soon be his. Very soon.
He stood up...
...put the barrel of the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
