By:Â xImpulse
I used to think I was a genius.
Looking back on it now, itâs so embarrassing that Iâd go mad from embarrassment, but I really thought I was a genius.
I had enough talent to confuse me into thinking that. From when I was young, I never had trouble learning new things, and I got better at things faster than everyone else.
But it was only easy up to the beginning. Even if I started out faster than everyone else, my progress eventually became laid back like everyone elseâs.
I didnât think much of it at first.
This can happen. Iâm slowly getting better. I can do it. Because Iâm a genius.
And in the end I discovered the truth I never wanted to find out.
I am not a genius. The event that broke my laughable delusion was a meeting with a real âgeniusâ that I couldnât even compare to.
A frog in the well who confused himself for a genius. In the time I was basking in my imaginary superiority, the true genius was already soaring the skies.
I hate geniuses.
Seeing them act as if other people can also easily do the things they do makes me want to kill them. Whether it be sincere, or simply trying to show off by mocking those under them.
Whatever it is, it leaves me with a fucking shitty mood whenever I hear it.
âAre you jealous?â
Jealous? You fucker. You talked like a dick so I acted like a dick back. Why the fuck are you bringing up jealously?
âI didnât think you would think of it that way. I just⦠thought your situation was unfortunate.
Unfortunate? What is?
âIf you just tried a bit harderâ¦â What the hell do you know about trying harder?
âYou could be a lot better than you are now.â
Hey, Iâm already doing really well. Your standards are just insanely high. How can every person be like you? Youâre a genius so donât think that other people can be like you.
You got it? I canât be like you.
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âFuck off.â
I squeezed out the remainder of my voice. A hole in my chest. It seemed like they were pouring the elixir and casting magic, but it was a futile task.
âPlease.â
Sheâs crying. I didnât think that bitch would ever make a face like that. Normally, she would make those teasing faces and provoke me every day, but I guess she did like me.
âThatâs why⦠thatâs why I said so. I told you to go back. Whyâd you follow us andâ¦â
âSenia. Just put that back.â
My voice wasnât working properly. It was because of the blood that had risen up through my throat.
âElixir. We donât have much of that precious stuff. Donât waste it here.â
âButâ¦!â
âItâs fine. I know my body the best. I canât live. Iâll soon die.â
I will die.
I came to terms with that even before the hole in my chest. My body was already broken before that. Go back, Wait here. I ignored these worries and followed them here.
ââ¦I could have dodged it.â
A solemn voice. Son of a bitch. Heâs an asshole till the end.
âYou didnât need to do this.â
âI told you to fuck offâ
Why the fuck do you keep bothering me when itâs getting hard to squeeze out my voice.
âYou probably knew it too.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He made a face as if he couldnât understand. I get it. Even if it looked like death to other people, it probably wasnât all that scary for you.
Do you think I didnât know? Of course, I did. Iâve been to many places with you. I know how crazy of a monster you are, much more than the people who gossip about your strength.
ââ¦You didnât need to die this way.â
Then how else should I have died? You know it as well. It was a miracle that I was able to make it here. If you werenât here, I would have never reached this point.
ââ¦This is close enough to an honorable death.â
Itâs hard to squeeze out my voice, but I want to say this before I die.
âIt was obvious Iâd be nothing more than a burden, and I didnât want to go back.â
I also donât want to spend the rest of my life in a crippled body.
âSince youâre so fucking good, I probably didnât need to take the hit.â
I threw my body at it even though I knew. The body that didnât listen to me worked properly at that moment. Because of that, I pushed that infuriating bastard out of the way, and a huge hole was made in my chest.
ââ¦Iâm getting tired. Leave me alone.â
Itâs getting harder to make any sound. I hear my voice from afar, and the sound of crying even further away. My fingers wonât budge, and my body is heavy. My vision stains black.
âThank you.â
At the very end. I heard the bastardâs voice. If you were going to say that, you shouldâve said it sooner. But it does feel nice. Iâve never heard you say thank you to me before.
âWaaaa!!â
What the fuck?