Brandon’s Story


    Brandon was what you called an ordinary teen. He was average in everything—from sports to his future career. His life was boring, and the only thing special about him was that his parents were rich.


    But even that did not help his pitiful life. He had no friends and was never invited to any hangouts.


    One Saturday night, Brandon found himself at home alone. His parents had left for a conference meeting with their friends. Brandon hated being alone—he was scared of the dark.


    As the night dragged on, Brandon was bored. There was nothing to do. He took out his phone to scroll through Instagram—big mistake.


    Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.His classmates were in a photo with his parents, and it looked like they were at a club.


    Brandon felt shattered. He had asked his classmates earlier if they wanted to hang out with him, and they had refused.


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    Brandon was livid. They had all lied to him—his parents and his classmates. They had to pay. He had been rejected by them again.


    He went up to the attic, his movements slow and steady. The attic was pitch black, but Brandon didn’t care. He took an axe from the corner of the room and left the house, fuming.


    Brandon had always been rejected by everyone in his life. His parents pretended he never existed and always praised other children. His classmates always spoke behind him and never wanted anything to do with him.


    The photo had shown the name of the club in the background, and Brandon knew the place because he had once been given a fake invitation there. His classmates had not shown up, and he had been left standing in the rain, soaked.


    Brandon reached the club, axe still in hand. He entered and scanned the room, looking for his parents and classmates. He saw them happy and smiling at one another—expressions they never showed when he was with them.


    Brandon stopped, his foot glued to the ground. His mind raced—did they really hate him that much?Should he confront them or walk away?


    Brandon was just a lonely boy. He didn’t want to be arrested for killing five people—his parents and three of his classmates. But as he was taken away, he looked at their corpses. He didn’t know why, but he smiled.