[ WP ] A story where the protagonist is a pretty decent individual by most accounts , but is DESPISED by the narrator .

Nathan is a good guy.He's dull and amicable.He pays his taxes and greet his neighbors.His relationship with his spouse and children are great.He walks his dog around the block every day and gives the dog treat when they arrives home.By all account a decent man. 
 
 
 *Decent? * 
 
 
 He goes to church and pray with all God's children and say amen to each sermons.He sends his kids with kisses at the front gate and picks them up with a hug. 
 
 
 *How boring, insufferably boring* 
 
 
 But here's the thing.The thing, the thing, the thing.Nathan wanted to kill himself.Wanted to take a sip of water and die.Eat burritos and die.Fuck and die.He wanted to die and that was that. 
 
 
 *Now we're getting somewhere more interesting, the voice purr. * 
 
 
 Nathan wanted to die because he despises every single connotations to himself.His wife, his children, his job even the fucking dog.You see, some men lives to explore the world and some men lives to change the world.Nathan lives to die.That was his purpose and he is overdue because some part of him wanted to love.Sadly, love alludes him like winds and waters.Poor Nathan. 
 
 
 *HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, the rotten laughter echoed in the hollowed chamber and clang and clamored with a restless madness.In the distance, screams and plea intermingle with the howling winds that smell of metal and of fire and blood. * 
 
 
 On his sixth birthday, he tried to drown himself during the family vacation on the beach.But his dull and amicable daddy saves him before he could die.And as his thanks, he lets daddy get swept away by the receding tide because his legs were tiny and his hands were small. 
 
 
 *POOR POOR DADDY, HE REST NOW WITH ME! the voice boomed until the walls cracked and grind with a jagged rumble and reasserts itself with shifting liquidity.It healed into the background, showing the red visceral tint and like a morbid choir, the screaming rose in macabre highs and lows guiding the walls like a conductor's hands. * 
 
 
 And afterward on his father funeral, the little shit promised not to kill himself.Because his mother ( *lesbian* ) and his brother ( *motherfucker* ) cried and cried until their tears washes on the coarse ground of his father ( *bitch* ) burial and he did n't want to let them cry over his cold body.Because even fleeting, he felt love. 
 
 
 *I'LL BE WAITING NATHAN! LIKE YOUR FATHER, YOU WERE PROMISED TO ME BY HIM AND HELL WILL KNOW YOUR NAME AND FEED ON YOU LIKE RABID DOGS ON SPOILED BRATS! the ghoulish spectators, husks off their noble body, trembled for each syllable uttered pierced their healed wounds and reopens them.Their blood, smelling of metal, sizzled against their putrid skins of sore wounds and leaking pus.The rotten flesh healed and burned again and again but still the story continues because Nathan was n't the only survivor, there are millions and millions of stories and each was promised with hellish agony. * 
 
 
 And there Nathan resides.In a tiny house and a tiny bed, he lives and dream of death and know that hell awaits. 
 
 
 The End.
